Memories

It is a wonderful thing the brain, but it can also be selective.

As we walked along the banks of the Simi towards Bray I noticed a small mound to the east of us, surrounded by a series of irregular stones. It took me a while to recall what it was, but then the old locked away regions of my memory gradually opened up and I was taken back to the time I first met Rhonas the Elf, the last of the Chinnadorai.

I stood and looked towards it silently as I remembered that during my quest for the Stracyl of Unity it was this tumulus, his peoples burial mound, that had been the location of the first part of stracyl.

I must return here soon, and pay my respects properly to Rhonas’ family. I didn’t have the time before.