looks like a ring. Sometimes the Sheehogue will cast a spell, or play a
pishogue
, or trick, and theyâll build a ring of cowpats to fool you. Or they will grow a ring of clover, or spinach, which they canât abide. Anyway, if you stand in a proper faery ring on special days, in the moonlight â â
âWhat special days?â
âThereâs different opinions. But for sure there must be no letter
r
in the day or in the month.â
âNo
r
?â Andy thought for a while, counting on his fingers. âThat means only four days and four months.â
âThatâs the truth of it, all right.â
âSo letâs say itâs a Sunday evening in May and the moon is shining and you find a faery ring. What do you do then?â
âTo find the gateway to Tir Na nâOg, you walk around the ring nine times widdershins â thatâs anticlockwise â and you will see the gate open in front of you. Walk through the gate, and if the Sheehogue like you, they will put you up on a white horse and off you will gallop to the land of youth.â
âAnd if they donât like you?â
âThey will conjure a pishogue. You might walk through the gateway and tumble down a steep bank head over heels, for instance, and when you get up, the gateway and the faery ring have disappeared.â
âTir Na nâOg sounds like a hard place to find.â
His father nodded. âIt is. The back of beyond could be anywhere: deep under the ground or the ocean. The Sheehogue never tell. On top of all that, they like to enchant us with their pishogues. They can be cruel, too. Did you ever feel sharp pains or twinges in your side or your knee or some other place, and you donât know how they got there or where they came from?â
âMother said they were growing pains.â
âShe was wrong, God rest her. Itâs the Sheehogue up to their pishogues, shooting their darts into you. They like to see the commotion on your face. And itâs often the Sheehogue who cause the papers and leaves to swirl along the street and the dust to blow in your eyes. You turn your head sharp-like when you glimpse a bright color, or youclose your eyes against a sudden burst of sunlight, and you walk smack into a heap of doggy do. Ha! Itâs the Sheehogue having their fun! And the louder you swear at them, the more they laugh at you. Sometimes, if thereâs no wind, and itâs quiet enough, you might hear a faint tinkling sound, like tiny bells; thatâs the sound of the Sheehogue laughing.â
Andy smiled. He was warm and drowsy. Tiny bells. His fatherâs voice. He was four years old again. âMore,â he murmured. âTell me more.â
A heavy truck splashed by in the street.
âThe Sheehogue are almost impossible to see. They donât make things easy for us, except sometimes, at a certain time of year, when the moonlight is shining on the thorn trees, anyone passing by with two good eyes in his head can see the Little People playing and dancing, and the faery music can be heard for a mile around. But men and women know to turn their heads away from the thorn trees because if they see the Sheehogue, then itâs the terrible bad luck will come to them, sure as grass is green and thorn berry is red.â
âHave you⦠ever seen them, Father?â
âI have. Once. When I was a child like yourself.â
âAnd did you turn your eyes away?â
âI did not. Children are exempt. If your heartâs a childâs heart, and if your eyes are clean, then you need never fear the moonlight or the thorn trees; you can look at them all you want and the Sheehogue will wave to you and bless you as you pass by and call your name.â
âWill⦠they know⦠I changed my name⦠to Andy?â
âThey will know,â whispered his father.
âI love the old stories,â a Young One said wistfully. âDo you