Nine.

The salt spray moistened his face as the storm's wind whipped the wave tips to froth.nThunder bellowed across the sea sky and rumbled its way toward the land.

The Dagda stood upon the shore, the wash of the waves rolling up across his broad feet. He had stood so since his arrival at this place. The place she had said he should wait.
As the waves receded, the Dagda started the count again.

 The days were now nearing their shortest. Less light, less warmth. More darkness. It was always a tricky time for his peoples, for when darkness is late to leave and early to return, what work can be done in between?

The land was cold to her core and with no light and warmth, nothing  would grow. Still once the winter solstice passes the land would warm anew and the cycle begin again. This he knew for he had carried the knowledge to this land upon the ships of old.