Prologue

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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
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