locating Cruitni, I head back to An Caidreamh Suiri, looking for the two I came here with. Settling by a window, I peer in, and see a celbration in progress. After a while, I figure out what is going on - young Ruaidri is to be handfasted. Well, that is nice. He is talking of a trip to Albion - I wish I could control the weather to be sure he makes it there and back safely. But I feel no premonitions, so I flit up onto the roof and settle down to listen to the music. I feel better when I am near these two, they are of my own line.