‘The First Morrigan spoke. You're not allowed out of Irish Hell. You can go to the Land of the Living, dress up in all their Colours, but once you've been Èire, you're never allowed out The Morrigan's clutches.’
The children gathered round the old man nodded.
‘Okay, my lads, Go Play. But once yer done…’
‘We’ll come back, Father Time,’ they echoed in unison.