There is magic in a new song.
Yes! Of course! That was the answer. A song. A new song.
At last. So easy. So obvious! She would sing to the memory of Scathach. A silent song, woven about his stone, repeated and enriched from the unknown regions which were her own passions, from the pleasures and visions that were all her own. A song: until the spell was broken.
A song for Scathach.