Come in, come in, the river mist will be gone soon enough, but here you’ll find some tales, some warmth so make yourself comfortable. There’s tea in the pot, or perchance, you brought some wee dram of your own.
Please sit by the window, you’ll have the best view, and easy hearing. Ignore the cats, no matter what they say, and don’t open the window for the tapping crows.
I’ll be working at the table in the corner, if you have any need, or she knocks upon the door. And until you stop by again, may your wonderings be bold and your imaginings be wise.
Until your next visit, until the next photograph, the next 12-line story, good fortune and safe wanderings.
The Three Caves
“It’s the three caves, well one of them, the answer has to be in there somewhere,” said Declan. “Let me read it again.”
“Okay, but I think something’s missing or misspelled or…,” said Maeve shaking her head, pushing the letter across the worn wooden table.
The letter began, “Dear N,”
“I am sorry my curiosity, my yearnings, my broken promises have brought such a terrible fate upon your head. Though I must leave you, here is everything you need, just as he promised me. The Three Sisters, solemn and dangerous as they are, each hold comfort for you, but look to one alone, for the way of truth.
“As this life flows from my body just as the tide flows from the shore, a new life will be revealed and so too, will be revealed the treasures the Sisters now hide.
“Go to them, time will not diminish nor moonlight hide the solace you will find there.
“It is with a soft voice and a slow turn, and my regretful shallow heart that I leave you at all.
“Find lay you will meet, speak his name, and he will guide and bless you with my last gift, Fearghas.”
Smiling, Declan finally understood the message, then letting out his long held breath he said, “It’s the cave with the shallow turning, and its not find, lay, but the name Findlay, and it is Findlay who will be our guide to the treasure hidden in the cave, and if we have any luck at all that treasure will be a door.”