A New Scottish Epic: The Sword of the Western-Seas - My Sword & the Stone Story - The Wicked Witch of the High Mountains

The sea had calmed itself. In the days since they had swallowed Pàrlan, they had gone from utterly dark depths to now appearing as serene as the sunrise so that no one, not Raonaid, nor Artuir, nor Seathan could possibly have imagined it committing the sort of violence that it had several days prior.

It happened though that the maiden ordinarily passed h…