Mesmerized by the skillful ways the the amazing young green girl twists, turns and somersaults across the high wire, I suspect she must be a great Celtic warrior woman. I would love to see her perform her acrobatics on a horse-drawn chariot. Then Stewie does something I have never seen before: she disappears into an egg! I cautiously approach the cracked shell and careful not to touch anything, peer into the broken yoke. She's not anywhere in the eggy mess that I can see. Concerned for her safety, I decide I'd better tell Zorbie. "Zorbie! Stewie's not in the egg! Did she go into the Otherworld? Do you want me to look for her? My deer, Sabhdh can take me beneath the mounds, and we can be back before you know we're gone. Time is different there. And I have my new sword and shield for protection, which I scared the god Zilla with just the other day." Bright blue eyes wide with wonder, I stare up at Zorbie and wait for his advice. After all, he knows better than anyone else if Stewie's in any danger.