Eivor encountered a ring of stones and a madman talking to himself. She investigated.
Eivor saw a man talking to a circle of rocks.
- Madman: You mock old Cuthbert, stone soldiers. Hopping in and out, in and out. Like robins on a woodpile.
Eivor approached him.
- Eivor: What troubles you, old man?
- Madman: Please, I beg you. How many are there? I must know.
- Eivor: How many what?
- Madman: The stones! Everytime I count them the answer is different. First twenty, then twenty-one! The fairy-folk make a madman out of me.
- Eivor: Rocks cannot appear and disappear. I shall count them.
- Madman: Run round and around, pick up your skirts, don't drag your robes through the dirt.
Eivor counted the stones.
- Eivor: Your stone sentries, I have counted them.
- Madman: And? How many lords and ladies come to dance a jig?
- Eivor: There are twenty-one, I am as sure as I can be.
Eivor counted the stones again.
- Eivor: I cannot get the same number twice!
- Madman: Never the same. Never the same. Cobweb cloaks and magpie hats!
- Eivor: Now there are 26. How can this be?
Eivor once again counted the stones.
- Eivor: This is madness, they change each time.
- Madman: Don't close your eyes. Or they'll steal the glinting flint, scrobble it away.
- Eivor: Perhaps there are twenty-three?
Eivor felt drowsy.
- Eivor: Does Skrymir toy with me? Casting his magics in England?
She closed her eyes for a few moments. Once she opened them again, the drowsiness had passed and a tall rock stood where the man had been.
- Eivor: That stone, was it here before? And where is my mad friend? Damn this cursed place.
Eivor counted the number of stones three times (always resulting in different numbers) before waking up and the man turning out to be a stone.