Prologue—the prayer—From the heathen Druidess Mehowen
As she lay upon her deathbed
Did I receive the hidden key to their power.
Now I must foreswear this country I love
And sail to the barren isle named Iona
In the land of the Scots and Picts.
That I may seize
In the name of the One God
A maze, buried deep beneath the stone and wind.
–from the journal of Saint Columba, 563 Anno Domini
–rediscovered, Edinburgh Central Library,
Special Collections, 2252 Common Era
Part I–vigils–The Nightwatch–time of learning to trust the darkness–
7 MARCH 2252