Tales of the tuatha – (Chapters 27 & 28 of the keep it sweet and short tales)
Finally by popular demand- another chapter 😀
Niamh’s Encounter with the Morrigan
This new landscape though beautiful, felt strange to Niamh. The forest road was worn with the tracks of footsteps and horses hooves. She knew she was traveling in the lesser known sphere of men so she stayed hidden by the stream, keeping close to the trees and the wild, woodland spirits of her childhood.
As she approached a small bridge, she saw an old woman on the bank washing clothes. The woman rose up imperiously from her chore, and Niamh realized that she was in the presence of no ordinary mortal. Flourishing a cape of black raven feathers the woman greeted Niamh by name.
“You are far from home little daughter”, she called out. “That which you seek is near and by your father’s wish I will give you a gift of perception, but first you must give me the dream that you hold so dearly in your hand.” Niamh recoiled instinctively and her hand tightened. “It will be returned to you,” said the woman reassuringly, “you must trust me in this!”
Green glens of Ghaoth Dobhair
The Rider (Chapter 28)
Niamh instantly understood that the woman was the Morrigan, the Great Queen of prophecy and magic; both the foreteller of doom and the Lady of the Lake, who escorts slain heroes to the other side.
Refusal was not an option, and so with a sense of foreboding Niamh reluctantly handed her the shining object that had morphed into the shape of a teardrop in the grotto of her palm. The Morrigan took it solemnly and stepped back. She became a wolf, dissolving through the shadows with the precious dream held in her jaws. Niamh sat down in resignation, and waited for the spaces between time to unfold.
In the distance she heard pounding hooves and peering through the brier she saw a man come riding. The dark mane of his hair swept over the wind and there was something about him that seemed curiously familiar.
Background: The Morrigan was sometimes called a goddess, but seemed to be one of the Tuatha, and even a Beansidhe. She took many forms, including that of a raven and a wolf and has been associated with the moon and the Lady of The Lake. She sometimes was seen as an old woman washing the clothes of whoever was to die. Symbolically she represented the transition between life and death, insight, prophecy and magic. It was she, who as a raven, sat on the hero Cuchulainn’s shoulder on the day of his death in battle.
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