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@@@@@She'd paid the price for
being different herself, again and againHer stones had been
coldness, criticism, ostracismBut she had brought it on herself
Cat was only a little girlAnd she was in
danger!
"I can't just do nothing!" Scarlett criedI've
got to make them stop
"Ach, there's no stopping ignoranceDara has found her own way,
and
it is enough for herThe stones do not wound her soul
She is safe in her tower roomSuppose a stone hit her? Suppose she got hurt?
Why
didn't she tell me she was lonely? I can't bear that she's unhappy
"Listen to an old woman, The O'haraListen from your heartThere is
a land that men know of only from the songs of the seachainIts
name
is Tir na nOg, and it lies beneath the hillsMen there are, and women
too, who have found the way to that land and have never been seen
againThere is no death in Tir na nOg, and no decayThere is no
sorrow and no pain, nor hatred, nor hungerAll live in peace with one
another, and there is plenty without labor"This is what you would
give your child, you would sayIn Tir na nOg,
because there is no sorrow, there is no joy"Do you hear the meaning
of the seachain's song?" Scarlett shook her head
"Then I cannot ease your heart
As if the old woman had called her, Cat came through the door
She was concentrating on the heavy, waterfilled kettle, and she didn't
look at her mother and Grai
