Into the Darkness of the Night

'I was tossed here and there by the cruel fingers of the icy midnight sea. When i did not die, when the savage sea, like a great beast of prey, let me live by gasps to spread its enjoyment,' he writes. 'The last spark of spirit in me burnt up on a sudden. Fierce and angry, i set my teeth and struck out hard and strong.' He then found himself floating up a narrow estuary on a dim foam flecked but peaceful tide. The old british beach where his druid priestess's illage place had been lay before him.