At the door of my soul she is standing,
So sweet in the gleam of her garment:
Her footfall awakens a fury,
A fierceness of love that I knew not,
Brigid comes swiftly towards me
An image that speaks:
"Stay, oh traveller tired with flight!
Tell me, wanderer , what are you seeking?"
"My way leads on to the worlds you come from!
My way leads to your unshod feet.
I am the swift voyager,
the venturesome poet!
I will harness myself to your glory
I will follow at your glance.”
Macmorr steps away as the nimbus fades. He smiles, but says nothing.
Ghadmyr bows deeply, honored by the spirit's message.