As the ambulances continued to unload the assembled crowd began to sing.

With a low moan at first, a collective mumbling, the voices of the crowd soon found a common purpose.

Gradually the full range of the human voice found expression on this awful night as father and mother, son and daughter, friend and stranger joined in.

At first the driving rain damped the singing but it wasn’t long before the voices of the gathered triumphed, winning the night as they sang the song of the abattoir.

Never a nation to miss a chance, the path to Dún Aonghasa is littered with people pushing wares from bockedy prams.

Bottles of water. Single cigarettes. Bags of broken biscuits. Shower caps. Cheap umbrellas.

‘This is simply hateful,’ said Mac. ‘Like the shrines of old where a bleeding statue begats an army of hawkers and peddlers.’

He spoke to the crowd.

‘Do we never learn?’

But what with the rain and the sellers and the journey no one was listening.

On Inis Mór, the largest of the Aran Islands.

Dún Aonghasa.

The site of a prehistoric slaughter. Hundreds of thousands of men destroyed.

Sharp stones embedded in the bedrock to damage horses.

A place for the performance of rites.

On the edge of a cliff above the Atlantic.

Looking down you feel the urge to join the waves. Time is marked by the endless beat of the sea on the rock.

Amidst the multitude, an old man and a young girl struggle up the hill in the blinding rain.

You are wet through before you wake here.

‘The best way to understand what is going on is to see a Tuning in action,’ said the Rock Star. ‘I was going to have one here but that was before this.’ He looked at the wheelchair.

‘A Tuning?’ asked Mac.

‘A ceremony of acknowledgement, ‘ replied the Rock Star. ‘Quite the thing at the moment among new devotees.’

‘And where would we find one of these Tunings?’ asked Mac.

‘Dún Aonghasa,’ said the Rock Star.

‘Crowley was obviously very familiar with The5,’ continued the Rock Star, ‘and wanted a way of facilitating their transit into this world. He saw Baird’s machinery as the answer.’

Mac didn’t speak as the enormity of this revelation fell hard on him like the heaviest rain.

‘Don’t worry,’ said the Rock Star, ‘for many various reasons Crowley and Baird fell out before the transit arrangements could be completed.’ He paused. ‘Guided by the First of The5, Crowley Baird Inc. has been set up to complete these arrangements once and for all.’

‘They are that new technology company who have moved into the old offices of the Irish Nationwide Building Society down on Merrion Row,’ said Mac. ‘I always thought that their name had some kind of infernal connotation.’

‘And you are right,’ crowed the Rock Star. ‘John Logie Baird didn’t develop television on his own. He was helped by another famous resident of the sleepy little seaside town where his workshop was based for a while.’

‘You mean Aleister Crowley,’ said Mac. ‘The self-proclaimed wickedest man in the world.’

‘I may be a fool,’ replied the Rock Star, visibly stung by Mac’s forthrightness, ‘but I’m the fool who currently knows more about everything than both of you put together.’

‘If that’s the case,’ replied Mac, ‘then perhaps you might give us the benefit of this knowledge.’

‘Why would I?’ asked the Rock Star. ‘What would be the point?’

‘Precisely,’ said Mac so seriously that the Rock Star nodded.

‘I think I see what you mean.’

‘All of this is nothing to them,’ Mac continued.

‘They happen in spite of the world not because of it. Or anyone on it.’

Mac stared at the Rock Star.

‘As if a plague thanks its victim before causing their organs to fail.’

The Rock Star interrupted.

‘But The5 asked me to make the film and blow the Horn.’

‘You could have been anyone and all those other things anything,’ continued Mac.

‘In fact,’ he boomed again, ’there is no you in any of this. You are simply the fool causing us to expend valuable breath.’

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The audience from the fateful concert were discovered the next morning in the Phoenix Park Tunnel when workmen opened an old section due for development.

To their astonishment they found 80, 000 people standing silently in long lines, as if waiting for something.

Mac watched amazed as the news report showed streams of dazed people being led blinking into the daylight.