The Plain Facts, Carved
What It Is
Told in the Seanchaí Tradition
The Build Story
The sídhe hoards are buried under green mounds for a reason, and every field of Ireland knows one — a hill with a door in it if you ask at the right hour, and inside, the treasure of somebody older than the parish. The old arcade halls of 1983 were the same geography wearing different clothes: green fields laid out in tunnels, a little man with a digging rig, and the emeralds sitting exactly where the sídhe kept them. Donal is his name this time, and his ambition outdoes every telling before him — not some emeralds, not a good sackful, but the most emeralds ever, ground out of the green mound one tunnel at a time while the nobbins grumble after him. The garden rebuilt his field in the original's own four paints, and set it running where anyone may walk in and try the door of the hill. The moss on this stone is the deepest green in the whole wall, and it is not there by accident.