|dolmen de penhap, France|
In being, the mystery thickens when Shepherd visits the Penhap dolmen. Megaliths play a significant role in the story--their purpose in being is my own little twist on these ancient, unexplained, eons-old stones.
Dolmens are rumored to have been burial chambers. I used to wonder how the bronze-age peoples built them, until one day when I asked my husband what he thought. "You obviously didn't spend a lot of time as a kid playing in dirt," he said.
If his comment didn't help you figure out the dolmen's construction, here it is. You erect the support stones, then bury them in a hill of dirt, one that tapers into a ramp. Then, using a lot of guys, you drag the capstone to the top of the hill. "Still a feat," my husband said, "but do-able."
After the capstone[s] are in place, remove the hill and ta-da! You've got yourself a Flintstones house. Or a fabulous place to spend the afterlife. Or, in my case, the perfect place for Shepherd to begin his genuine journey toward who he really is--and how deeply he loves Tienne.