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Yes Cimmeriana ?
May i visit the ivy girt ruin beyond the holly groves ?
I forbid you to enter the sacred precincts unaccompanied child
It is an holy place where many a virgin has surrendered her all
To the fell masters of word and number who preside there
Do you mean the Druids Mama ?
Of course you silly goose
But Mama they have all departed long since
Except for Lugransius the Wan
And he is harmless enough
Passing the days looking out to sea
From his perch high in the Daubed Oak
Waiting for a sign from the West
Even so child the Druid must be respected
Lest the nameless powers of the forest
Of which he is the custodian
Be directed against us
Mama i shall be respectful
And wear my modest outfit
With whom are you intending to visit the precincts child ?
Grainne and Niamh, over whose names you stumble Mama
Shun impertinence child
May we depart Mama ?
Very well child
Take this golden lance tip
And present it to the Druid
With my humble gratitude
Of course Mama
Ask cook to prepare a collation
I mind there remains some baked lamprey
With cold chitterlings
Have her broach a firkin of mead
So that you and your friends may not thirst
Thank you Mama
It shall be done
Well, I like reading those streams of consciousness, so keep them coming .