‘Whatever is a small child doing deep inside a large mountain?’ asked Iseult incredulously. ‘Whoever thought that was a good idea?’
‘We both did,’ replied Mac as he drew a deep breath. ‘Everything I am now about to say sounds totally ludicrous but these are in fact the only facts that will ever matter ever again.’
Gilly and Iseult listened silently as Mac told them everything he knew about Inteachán, The NotBeSpeak, the Rock Star, Crowley-Baird Inc. and Terminal Transit.
‘Of course, ‘ Mac continued, ‘being the pedantic fool that I am, I erroneously ascribed everything I discovered to this island’s ancient myths and legends because that was the only place I knew where to look.’
Mac smiled and sighed.
‘I was totally, utterly and undeniably wrong.’