by Sero Sed Serio

Created on: March 24, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

The tale of Sean MacFee the Magician, and how he was beguiled by a Maid o'the Moon

Dedicated to Q, in gratitude for the inspiration.

Once upon a time, in the time when all such stories take place, Sean MacFee the magician was walking on a shingle beach, thinking the deep thoughts that he always thought as the Sun sank into the sea.

As he walked and as he thought, he spied a flash of light amongst the pebbles and he walked over to see what it was, for like all magicians he was a man full of curiosity. Hunkering down, and shifting a piece of sea-worn glass he found it to be a small, strange key of silver, set with a single large pearl.

Being a man of knowledge he knew that it had some magick woven round it, so he picked it up and put it into his pocket. Happy with his find, he sat to watch the last of the Sun going down. As he watched he slowly dozed into a light sleep, for it was a warm and pleasant summer's eve, and he had been walking a long time. When he awoke the Full Moon had risen. It shone like a new silver penny and cast a light like that of the sheen on the pine trees of Faery.

This was a time that Sean liked well, for as you may guess from his name he had more than a touch of the Fair blood in him. Being in no great a hurry he sat down on the rough grass above the beach to whistle at the Moon and take a dram or two in her honour. As he whistled and tippled he heard the sound of a sobbing, and he stopped to see from whence and who it came.

It was, he saw, a fair young woman with skin like milk and hair as black as the wing of the AllFather's ravens, walking along the beach and crying fit to break a hard man's heart. Now Sean MacFee is many things, but never be it said that he has ignored a pretty lass in trouble - although he has been the source of trouble for more than a few, if you catch what I mean.

Hey now, fair lass,' he called out What cause have you for weeping on so fair a summer's night as this?'

She looked up, and saw him, and came over to him

Why, good sir, I have lost my door key and cannot get home without it.'

Well now' said Sean, scratching his head as if in thought what might your door key look like?'

Why tis made of silver and set with a great white pearl' she replied I must have dropped it when I came here this morning. Please tell me if you have found it'

Well, maybe I have' he said but what would you give to the man who found such an uncommon door key?'

For Sean is a lot of a rogue, especially when the moon is full and he has a fair face in

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