I stand in a wondrous hall, in the presence of a god and a king, feeling small among so many tall warriors. I have rested and recovered from my wound, though my shoulder is still sore. I wait with my breath stuck in my throat for the result of the race - the announcement of the winner!

Culann Brigantes! I look over at him and almost do not recognize him. But of course... now he is clothed. My hand stifles bashful giggles as with the other hand I make a sign of victory to him. "It was an honour to race with you, sir!" I call. "As with all of you."

My eyes turn shyly to Manannan. "Thank you, my lord," I say, lowering at once my gaze from his godly countenance. "I shall not forget this adventure."

Moved to tears, I do the only thing I can... I reach again for the cup and drink the sweet liquour, for the glory and warmth of Celtia.