Dream Angus: The Celtic God of Dreams (Myths, The)
Alexander McCall Smith
Language: English
Pages: 196
ISBN: 1841958239
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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overstepped the mark – there were limits to honesty and the speaking of one’s mind. But then she sighed, and said, ‘And I’m afraid I have to say the same thing. Oh my God, isn’t that awful? For a mother to say that? Don’t you think that’s awful, Angus?’ He tried to reassure her. He had no children of his own, but he understood the loyalty of parents. ‘Some children make it difficult. But then they change. They grow up. They change.’ He wondered. What if he said to her, let’s get rid of him.
America, really. She turned the pages quickly when this happened, as the images were too painful. This is what his eye has seen, she thought. This is him looking at the world. ‘You’ll have to get a job one of these days,’ Imogen said. ‘I don’t like to interfere – you know that – but you can’t do nothing. Nobody can do nothing.’ ‘I’ve got enough money.’ ‘But it’s not money. No. It’s the … well, I’m sorry to say it, it’s the sitting around. You’ve got to get some sort of hold of your life.’
proud of you.’ She laughed. ‘It was very easy. The hour went very quickly.’ She paused. Imogen was writing one of her lists; a list of meetings or people to write to about one of the causes, or a plan of attack on a local politician. There were many lists. ‘Have you met him?’ ‘Never.’ ‘He’s rather appealing. Not a fuddy-duddy with a beard – which is what I expected – but a young man. Athletic. Energy.’ ‘Good.’ ‘And his eyes … There’s something about them. Really quite remarkable. Intelligent
mother. Angus spent one night at Dagda’s house, sleeping in the kitchen, near that large cauldron, with the women who kept the fires burning. They made sure that he was comfortable and that he was well settled before they retired to their own beds on the floor near the fire. That night all of them dreamed vivid dreams, waking in the morning wide-eyed with wonder at the things they had seen in these dreams, astonishing things, wonderful things. One of the women said, ‘I dreamed last night that I
moments, and in that small space of time Angus had made his way into the dogs’ cage. When she saw what had happened, the woman let out a howl of anguish and rushed to the enclosure gate. She called out to Angus, and sought to distract the hunting dogs so that they should not see him. But the dogs paid no attention to her, and bounded over to the boy, snapping their jaws at the birds as they dipped in protective flight about them. The woman’s heart stopped within her: Angus was bound to be ripped
