[Luiglin]

The Dancers

Gracefully they dance. Soft beams of light made solid. Twisting and writhing in spectacular silence.

Upon the twilight mound of the village green they cavort, eternally unaware of their audience.

Believers call them sidhe; scientists study and postulate about charged particles, magnetic fields, unusual sun spot activity.

All that Frank, landlord of the Green Man Inn, knew was that they were good for business.