The Hill of the Sidhe loomed in front of them.
«If you will look there carefully, handsome man,» said Ollgaeth, «to the left of that little tree, you will see a darkish patch in the rocks. Let us move a little closer now.» They climbed the base of the hill. «Now if you will be standing about here, watch the reflection of the moon on the spot there.»
Shea looked, moving his head from side to side, and made out a kind of reflection on the surface of the rock, notso definite and clear as it might be, more like that on a pond, wavering slightly with ripples. Clearly an area of high magical tension.
Ollgaeth said, «It is not to everyone I would be showing this or even telling it, but you will be going back to your America, and it is as well for you to know that because of the spells the Sidhe themselves place on these gates, they may be opened without the use of the ancient tongue. Watch how.»
He raised his arms and began to chant:
«The chiefs of the voyage over the sea
By which the sons of Mil came.
It was not very long, ending
«Who opens the gateway to Tir na n-Og?
Who butI, Ollgaeth the druid?»