Now this one is about a man out late on a fairy hill on the eve of Samhain who hears the sound of a woman singing sad and plaintive from the very rocks of the hill. \"I am a woman of Balnain. \"The folk have stolen me over again, ' \"the stones seemed to say. \"I stood upon the hill, and wind did rise, and the sound of thunder rolled across the land. \" \"I placed my hands upon the tallest stone \"and traveled to a far, distant land \"where I lived for a time among strangers who became lovers and friends. \" \"But one day, I saw the moon came out \"and the wind rose once more. \"so I touched the stones \"and traveled back to my own land \"and took up again with the man I had left behind. \" She came back through the stones? Aye, she did. They always do.