He had heard May recite prayers. He had one of his own that he has known for a long time. He stood up taking his repaired spear drawing a circle in the ground then stood in the circle and chanted.

I am the wind that breathes upon the sea
I am the wave of the ocean
I am the murmur of the billows
I am the ox of the seven combats
I am the vulture upon the rocks
I am a beam of the sun
I am the fairest of plants
I am a wild boar in valour
I am a salmon in the water
I am a lake in the plain
I am a word of science
I am the point of the lance of battle
I am the God who created in the head the fire
Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun? (If not I?)


Suddenly the wind picks up and blew his hair back showing his features of his frame. He knelt down and chanted some more.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth
Firmness of rock


His veins became visible as he concluded his chants. He was ready to go again the day they retreated but he knew that would not work. But there was something wrong....like....someone was watching. He stood up looking around with a questionable look on his face. But he saw no one.