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managed.
    She laughed and so did John.
    â€œI like a sense of humor,” she said.
    â€œThe Clochan is the place where the magic of Otherworld touches earth,” John continued.
    â€œWhy there in particular?” Oengus probed.
    â€œOengus there is magic everywhere, but in some places there is a lot more than most. It was decided as a matter of policy some time ago that as human kind became more technical we would withdraw gradually the close connections between earth and Otherworld,” Danu explained.
    â€œBut not at the Clochan?” Oengus asked. He knew he was having a crazy conversation but Danu seemed sane.
    â€œNot everywhere. I’m sure you’ve heard of Leprechauns?” John asked.
    â€œWith a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow and three magic wishes if you can catch one,” Oengus summarized.
    â€œRight but did you know we can use the leprechaun rainbow as a transport beacon between Otherworld and wherever we want to go?” Danu asked.
    Oengus decided he’d better have another biscuit.
    â€œGreat Blasket is still touched by magic as is the Dingle peninsula,” John interjected. “Also there are places in Africa, India, China, where magic is still present and the local people accept and live alongside magic.”
    â€œWhat about cities?” Oengus asked even though he wasn’t really interested.
    â€œNot so much,” John conceded. “But some individuals still have magic in their genes and it pops out along the generations.”
    â€œThat or through the occasional intermarriage,” Danu added.
    â€œOk,” Oengus said.
    There was a silence. Oengus realized they had been skirting around the subject. He bit on his biscuit and waited.
    Danu looked to John.
    â€œOengus I stole you,” John said. “You are a stolen child.”

Chapter Four
    Live Corp was a hedge fund situated in the heart of the financial district of New York. Housed in an unpretentious Brownstone Building it had only a copper plate with its name on the door and if anything seemed a small player in a big market. Lived Dutronc was the President and Head of Operations. Lived Dutronc was a tall distinguished man with grey hair.
    It was clear that he was agitated as he walked up and down in front of the Boardroom table.
    The board of directors squirmed under his gaze but tried to look casual and in control. But Johnson, who was in attendance but not a member of the board, was anything but casual. He looked ready to bolt. He froze as he met Dutronc’s eye.
    â€œApple shares? How did we miss the dip?” Dutronc asked.
    â€œWe bought in early and the stock has risen twenty five times since then,” Johnson defended.
    â€œThat was then. This is now,” Dutronc said coldly.
    â€œWe should hold. They’ll come back. Still a good long term hold,” Johnson said.
    Dutronc regarded Johnson with distaste. He had an aversion to bad news. Johnson was regarded as good in appraisal terms and supposed to be good under pressure. Dutronc decided that was probably true.
    â€œAdjourned,” Dutronc said.
    The members of the board sighed with relief and gathered up their papers.
    â€œHold?” Johnson asked with trepidation.
    â€œHold Apple shares,” Dutronc said with a nod of approval. Needing no encouragement Johnson packed up his papers and got back to his desk.
    Morag was in charge of M Division. It was the smallest division in the organization and very niche. Morag also took a turn at keeping the minutes of the regular Board Meetings. She sat and waited until everyone had departed. She finished off the minutes with the reference to Apple shares.
    Dutronc took a cup of coffee, sat and sighed. It had been a hard session and he’d had to grandstand to drive fear into the hearts of his board. He was a firm believer that fear was not only the best motivator but that it also gave him immunity from counter questions. He liked his board cowed and