It was Brother Columba who arrived in Pictland. He encountered a menacing scourge. Nessie the Loch Ness Monster. It reared up its head and tried to gnash at Columba. He turned and hurled incantations and spells. Nessie backed down and fled. Then Columba with the wind in his sails. Set forth to Fortriu. He met with the druids and beat them with magic, a snide glance that a muttered spell hid well. Then Columba had conquered the druids and converted the last remaining pagans of the British Isles to Christianity. For his task was complete.
He made off did Columba.
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