I march the Caoimhe and the twins off to bed with Ciaran following behind. He seems quite prepared and happy to tell the children a bedtime story about sidhe horses. I chuckle and ask him to make himself comfortable while I help them wash up and change into their night clothes. Once they have met my inspection, I tuck them into their bedboxes and listen to their prayers. "Thank you Lugh and Tailtiue for the Tailtian Games. We had sooo much fun!" Clarissant whispers into the palms of her hands, her large blue eyes wide with wonderment. "And thank you Manannan for letting me catch the ball and score a goal," Caoimhe growls happily, her silver eyes glowing like twin moons in the flickering lamp light. "And thank you Katlyne for the two cups of juice," Balbhuaidh chortles. "That's not a prayer!" Caoimhe and Clarissant squeal and throw their pillows at him. "Now, now. Time to settle. Ciaran is waiting very patiently to tell you a sidhe horse story," I say with my hands on my hips and a mock-fierce scowl. "Do I need to call on Scathach?" "Nooo! It's okay. We'll settle. We're sorry Ciaran. Please forgive us and tell us your tale..." Ciaran glides gracefully into the room and sits on the foot of Caoimhe's bed. I kiss our wee tots goodnight, blow out all but one lamp flame and tiptoe out of the room, leaving them in the princling's good hands. I would go on the wondrous adventure with them, but I'm also tired after all the Lughnasadh excitement and my Drust is waiting for me.