We were pretty chuffed that we solved most of Agent Weebley’s riddles within 1 post . . and some of Steve’s too!
As we high-fived each other and floated over towards the coastline, we suddenly got a chill.
As we looked down, we saw many armed men on their way to some boats getting ready to set sail. Epstein decided to go down amongst them to see what was going on. We are floating some distance away above a forest.
I decided to jump on the internet to see if I could find out what was going on more quickly.
I won . . . and Epstein is off-line down there . . . I hope he can find the 3 green laser beams twirling around in this forest, and gets back here soon. Things seem to be taking a violent turn . . . and we have just gone back in time further than around 750 AD. The Blathmac poem recital referencing druids appeared around 750 AD.
The man at the head of the procession is Lóegaire mac Néill, a 5th century High King of Ireland. They are about to set off for a raid in either Britain or Gaul (France.)
This is sometime around 450 to 550 AD. The Irish are doing the Gilgamesh thing.
I hope he comes back soon . . . I smell trouble . . . and cannot figure out why we are flipping back in time like this . . .
Epstein . . . the forest . . . not the trees