The next morning Mac awoke to find that Inteachán had made him breakfast.
She smiled kindly.
‘You must eat something, Mac. It has been three days now.’
Mac couldn’t manage a smile.
‘Why waste your time with a charlatan like me, my child? All I have done is tell you a lifetime of lies and nearly kill you.’ Mac started to sob. ‘There is nothing left for us to do.’
Inteachán didn’t answer. She looked out of the window.
‘Front Square is full of boats again. It must be high tide this morning.’
Inteachán looked back at Mac.
‘Stopping the flooding would be a start.’