Simon shakes his head.
"No. We really know so little about history that far back. Even Stonehenge, and Newgrange here in Ireland. Nobody really knows who built them or why. There are so many mysteries in this world, things we'll likely never know. It makes me a little sad, at the same time as it makes me happy. If that makes any sense at all."
Simon picks up the story.
"There were still wolves in Ireland in those days, and the Wicklow forests were deep and dark," Simon adds dreamily. "I imagine the monks at prayer in the middle of the night, hearing the wind whistling through the pines and the wolves howling at the moon. I wonder what they thought about."
"Probably wondered why they were freezing their balls off in Glenkildove," Daniel observes.
"Daniel!" Kitty puts in, in half-amused outrage. "They were men of God."
I side with Daniel.
I side with Kitty.
I ignore the interruption and motion for Simon to continue.
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