"The 200." Cathbad exclaimed.
"200?" Paula questioned him.
"Yes. The 200 soldiers that volunteered to protect the Harp. The ones buried in this graveyard." The Cait Sith explained.
"But the burial mounds were empty." Michael interjected.
"No. Not empty. Their souls are here." Cathbad said and looked at the distance.
From inside the mounds ghostly figures of Celtic warriors phased through the ground with spears and oval shields. Their bodies showed the wounds they bore in life and took them to death.
"When Dagda buried the Harp in here, they volunteered to be buried with him, to protect his resting place. I didn't think this is what they meant. Even in death." Cathbad had tears in its eyes.
"We need to help Matt." Vanessa called them.
"Wait. Your Foromian friend." Cathbad said. "The 200 will attack her if they see a Foromian here."
"I'll go to her." Michael said, already jumping over the ice wall and rushing towards the demoness.
