Mr. Cormac's song of Avalon was quite touching, almost as if he had been to that legendary place. What a wonderful vision and imagination the young man must have. Helen had just brought out her apricott tart when I felt a deep chill enter the room.

I thought "I'll not be having any visitors from the Other Side dropping in unannounce today!" so I summoned up as much life force as I could and sent it out as a sheild and becon. I felt the presence receed, so I returned my awarness to the matter at hand.

That was when I noticed young Whelen being entirely too forward with my charge. His father was sending him 'The Look' and his sister took steps to set things right before I could react. Just then Mr. Cormac played the most extrodinary tune. At first I couldn't understand him, for he was speaking in that gaelic tounge again. But then he repeated himself in English. When he finished I could not bring myself to say anything I realy didn't know how to react. The tune seemed to linger in my head, and cloud my ability to react. Rather like when one wakes from a deep sleep, and can not muster the violition to move again. I could not make up my mind how I felt about the song.

Just then the children ran through the room on their way to the kitchen. I know what my children's spirits feel like, and it was definitly them. They swirled Helen's skirts as they ran by, cheeky little things that they are. I'll wager that William was the instigator of that little act. I do hope the odd tune and unexplained swirling of Helen's skirts does not put off my guests! Helen, at least, was accustome to the children's antics, by now.