The stones of Callanish stood stark and unspeaking on their ridge, with the sea and its islands to the west and the black abyss of the night sky above. The wind whisked silently around the stones and whispered through the rough grass, competing with the constant hush of the sea-surf to break the silence.
"Is this how you imagined it?" Melcorka asked.
Bradan shook his head. "This is different… very different." He looked around slowly. "There is more here than I ever imagined… so many standing stones and that circle together. I can nearly feel Abaris here, walking the avenue, feeling the power of the stones."
"There is no power in the stones," Melcorka said. "They are stones, nothing more."
Bradan nodded. "Perhaps so, yet they have heard the wisdom of the druids so they must have absorbe
