The Wandering Shop

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `The National Museum in Dublin contains many superb examples of Irish decorative art in gold, bronze, and enamels, and the “strong Celtic tinge” of which Mr. Romilly Allen speaks is as clearly observable there as in the relics of Hallstatt or La Tène. Everything, then, speaks of a community of culture, an identity of race-character, existing over the vast territory known to the ancient world as “Celtica”.` Source: Myths and Legends of the <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Race by T. W. Rolleston, Gutenberg eBook <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114909181494061939" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114909181494061939</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `Dr. J. Anderson writes in the “Proceedings of the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland”: “The Gauls as well as the Britons—of the same Celtic stock—practised enamel-working before the Roman conquest. The enamel workshops of Bibracte, with their furnaces, crucibles, moulds, polishing-stones, and with the crude enamels in their various stages of preparation, have been recently excavated from the ruins of the city destroyed by Caesar and his legions. But the Bibracte enamels are the work of mere dabblers in the art, compared with the British examples. The home of the art was Britain, and the style of the pattern, as well as the association in which the objects decorated with it were found, demonstrated with certainty that it had reached its highest stage of indigenous development before it came in contact with the Roman culture.” Source: Myths and Legends of the <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Race by T. W. Rolleston, Gutenberg eBook <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114908824163420507" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114908824163420507</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `One beautiful feature in the decoration of metal-work seems to have entirely originated in Celtica. Enamelling was unknown to the classical nations till they learned from the Celts. So late as the third century A.D. it was still strange to the classical world, as we learn from the reference of Philostratus: “They say that the barbarians who live in the ocean [Britons] pour these colours upon heated brass, and that they adhere, become hard as stone, and preserve the designs that are made upon them.” Source: Myths and Legends of the <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Race by T. W. Rolleston, Gutenberg eBook <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114908462757350297" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114908462757350297</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `What the Celt borrowed in the art-culture which on the Continent culminated in the La Tène relics were certain originally naturalistic motives for Greek ornaments, notably the palmette and the meander motives. But it was characteristic of the Celt that he avoided in his art all imitation of, or even approximation to, the natural forms of the plant and animal world. He reduced everything to pure decoration. What he enjoyed in decoration was the alternation of long sweeping curves and undulations with the concentrated energy of close-set spirals or bosses, and with these simple elements and with the suggestion of a few motives derived from Greek art he elaborated a most beautiful, subtle, and varied system of decoration, applied to weapons, ornaments, and to toilet and household appliances of all kinds, in gold, bronze, wood, and stone, and possibly, if we had the means of judging, to textile fabrics also.` Source: Myths and Legends of the <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Race by T. W. Rolleston, Gutenberg eBook <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114908162995154721" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114908162995154721</a>

Bevan Thomas"His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! ... These luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion, and straight black lips." - Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein" 🎨 Junji Ito<a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Book" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Book</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Fiction</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Literature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Literature</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Horror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Horror</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/ScienceFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#ScienceFiction</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/MaryShelley" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#MaryShelley</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Frankenstein" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Frankenstein</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Monster" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Monster</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: Mr. Romilly Allen wrote in his “Celtic Art”: “The great difficulty in understanding the evolution of Celtic art lies in the fact that although the Celts never seem to have invented any new ideas, they possessed an extraordinary aptitude for picking up ideas from the different peoples with whom war or commerce brought them into contact. And once the Celt had borrowed an idea from his neighbours he was able to give it such a strong Celtic tinge that it soon became something so different from what it was originally as to be almost unrecognisable.” Source: Myths and Legends of the <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Race by T. W. Rolleston, Gutenberg eBook

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `Blackthorn is called the ‘Dark Mother of the Woods’. The tree is sacred to the third phase of the Triple Goddess, the Crone, known in different guises as Morrígan or Caillech or Beira, ‘Goddess of Winter’.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://blackthornandstone.com/2020/08/06/blackthorn-dark-mother-of-the-woods-crone-of-the-triple-goddess-witch-wood/" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://blackthornandstone.com/2020/08/06/blackthorn-dark-mother-of-the-woods-crone-of-the-triple-goddess-witch-wood/</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `One warm summer's day <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Fionn" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Fionn</a> and his men were out hunting through the darkling forests of Ballachgowan in Munster, chasing deer and boar through the gloomy glades, when they stopped short all of a sudden and came face to face with a startling sight!` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Find out what happened next here: <a href="https://emeraldisle.ie/hunting-the-gilla" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://emeraldisle.ie/hunting-the-gilla</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `In the forests and on the mountain sides roamed the wild boar and the wolf, and great herds of deer, some of giant size, whose enormous antlers are sometimes found when bogs are being drained. The Fianna chased these and the wolves with great dogs, whose courage and strength and beauty were famous throughout Europe, and which they prized and loved above all things.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: Project Gutenberg eBook of „The High Deeds of Finn, And Other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland“ by T. W. Rolleston <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114580062275816936" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114580062275816936</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `Until recently the Gearagh, or An Gaorthadh, meaning the wooded river bed, in County Cork, was full of the oldest oak trees and the last full oak forest in Western Europe, descended without interruption from primeval oaks which grew more than ten thousand years ago, the only remaining pure riverine forest. These flourished among an enormous maze of many-branching swift streams and small but deep rivers, wetlands and dangerous mud holes that could swallow a man whole – and his horse too!` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Find out from my source what lurks there: <a href="https://emeraldisle.ie/the-spirits-of-the-gearagh" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://emeraldisle.ie/the-spirits-of-the-gearagh</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `The Fianna of Erinn lived mostly a free out-door life in the light hunting-booths which they made in the woods where the deer and the wolf ranged. There were then vast forests in Ireland, which are all gone now.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: Project Gutenberg eBook of „The High Deeds of Finn, And Other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland“ by T. W. Rolleston

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `At length a light appeared in front of them, which grew larger and brighter as they rode on. Then Thomas The Rhymer saw a beautiful country. The horse halted and he found himself in the midst of a green garden. When they had dismounted, the Fairy Queen plucked an apple and gave it to, Thomas, saying: "This is your reward for coming with me. After you have eaten of it you will have power to speak truly of coming events, and men will know you as 'True Thomas'." Thomas ate the apple and then followed the queen to her palace. He was given clothing of green silk and shoes of green velvet, and he dwelt among the fairies for seven years. The time passed so quickly that the seven years seemed no longer than seven hours. After his return to Ercildoune, where he lived in a castle, Thomas made many songs and ballads and pronounced in rhyme many prophecies. He travelled up and down the country, and wherever he went he foretold events, some of which took place while yet he lived among men, but others did not happen until long years afterwards. There are still some prophecies which are as yet unfulfilled. It is said that when Thomas was an old man the Fairy Queen returned for him. One day, as he stood chatting with knights and ladies, she rode from the river-side and called: "True Thomas, your time has come." Thomas cried to his friends: "Farewell, all of you, I shall return no more." Then he mounted the milk-white steed behind the Fairy Queen, and galloped across the ford. Several knights leapt into their saddles and followed the Rider of the Shee, but when they reached the opposite bank of the river they could see naught of Thomas and the Fairy Queen. It is said that Thomas still dwells in Fairyland, and that he goes about among the Riders of the Shee when they come forth at the beginning of each summer.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm</a> Here’s the backstory: <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114829193431517759" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114829193431517759</a>

Bevan Thomas"Clarke [saw] the path from his father’s house had led him into an undiscovered country, and he was wondering at the strangeness of it all.... The wood was hushed, and for a moment he stood face to face with a presence neither man nor beast." - Arthur Machen, "The Great God Pan" 🎨 Carlos Schwabe<a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Folklore" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Folklore</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Mythology" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Mythology</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/ArthurMachen" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#ArthurMachen</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Literature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Literature</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Horror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Horror</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Fantasy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Fantasy</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/WeirdFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#WeirdFiction</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: "What seek you with me?" Thomas The Rhymer asked. `Said the Fairy Queen: "You must hasten at once to Fairyland, and serve me there for seven years." Then she laid a spell upon him, and he had to obey her will. She mounted her milk-white steed and Thomas mounted behind her, and they rode off together. They crossed the Leader Water, and the horse went swifter than the wind over hill and dale until a great wide desert was reached. No house nor human being could be seen anywhere. East and west, north and south, the level desert stretched as far as eye could see. They rode on and on until at length the Fairy Queen spoke, and said: "Dismount, O Thomas, and I shall show you three wonders." Thomas dismounted and the Fairy Queen dismounted also. Said she: "Look, yonder is a narrow road full of thorns and briers. That is the path to Heaven. Yonder is a broad highway which runs across a lily lea. That is the path of wickedness. Yonder is another road. It twines round the hill-side towards the west. That is the way to Fairyland, and you and I must ride thither." Again she mounted her milk-white steed and Thomas mounted behind. They rode on and on, crossing many rivers. Nor sun or moon could be seen nor any stars, and in the silence and thick darkness they heard the deep voice of the roaring sea.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm</a> Here’s the backstory: <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114829568875865115" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114829568875865115</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `Once there was a great bard who was called Thomas the Rhymer. He lived at Ercildoune (Earlston), in Berwickshire, during the thirteenth century. It is told that he vanished for seven years, and that when he reappeared he had the gift of prophecy. Because he was able to foretell events, he was given the name of True Thomas. All through Scotland, from the Cheviot Hills to the Pentland Firth, the story of Thomas the Rhymer has long been known. During his seven years' absence from home be is said to have dwelt in fairyland. One evening, so runs the tale, he was walking alone on the banks of Leader Water when he saw riding towards him the Fairy Queen on her milk-white steed, the silver bells tinkling on its mane, and the silver bridle jingling sweet and clear. He was amazed at her beauty, and thinking she was the Queen of Heaven, bared his head and knelt before her as she dismounted, saying: "All hail, mighty Queen of Heaven! I have never before seen your equal“. Said the green-clad lady: "Ah! Thomas, you have named me wrongly. I am the Queen of Fairyland, and have come to visit you".` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm</a> Here’s the backstory: <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114829193431517759" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114829193431517759</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `The riders who follow the Fairy Queen in couples are likewise clad in green, and wear little red caps bright as the flaming poppies in waving fields of yellow barley. Their horses' manes are hung with silver whistles upon which the soft winds play. Some fairies twang harps of gold, some make sweet music on oaten pipes, and some sing with birdlike voices in the moonlight. When song and music cease, they chat and laugh merrily as they ride on their way. Over hills and down glens they go, but no hoof-mark is left by their horses. So lightly do the little white creatures trot that not a grass blade is broken by their tread, nor is the honey-dew spilled from blue harebells and yellow buttercups. Sometimes the fairies ride over tree-tops or through the air on eddies of western wind. The Riders of the Shee always come from the west.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm</a> Here’s the backstory: <a href="https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114828838126081548" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/114828838126081548</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `At the beginning of each summer, when the milk-white hawthorn is in bloom, anointing the air with its sweet odour, and miles and miles of golden whin adorn the glens and hill-slopes, the fairies come forth in grand procession, headed by the Fairy Queen. They are mounted on little white horses, and when on a night of clear soft moonlight the people hear the clatter of many hoofs, the jingling of bridles, and the sound of laughter and sweet music coming sweetly down the wind, they whisper one to another: "’Tis the Fairy Folks' Raid", or "Here come the Riders of the Shee". The Fairy Queen, who rides in front, is gowned in grass-green silk, and wears over her shoulders a mantle of green velvet adorned with silver spangles. She is of great beauty. Her eyes are like wood violets, her teeth like pearls, her brow and neck are swan-white, and her cheeks bloom like ripe apples. Her long clustering hair of rich auburn gold which falls over her shoulders and down her back, is bound round about with a snood that glints with star-like gems, and there is one great flashing jewel above her brow. On each lock of her horse's mane hang sweet-toned silver bells that tinkle merrily as she rides on.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/tsm/tsm15.htm</a>

Bevan Thomas"Our home is - here!" A burst of wild, high laughter accompanied the words. It was like a whistling wind. The wind had risen, and clouds obscured the moon. "A little higher - where we cannot hear the wicked church bells." - Algernon Blackwood, "The Glamour of the Snow"<a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/FolkloreThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#FolkloreThursday</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Literature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Literature</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/WeirdFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#WeirdFiction</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Horror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Horror</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Fantasy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Fantasy</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/Monster" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Monster</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/CosmicHorror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#CosmicHorror</a> <a href="https://mstdn.ca/tags/AlgernonBlackwood" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#AlgernonBlackwood</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/C%C3%BAChulainn" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#CúChulainn</a> and the heroes of Ulster once on a time resolved to go on a plundering expedition to the Isle of the Men of Falga, a fairy land ruled by Mider as its King. Cúroi, who was a great magician, insinuated himself among the raiders in disguise, and by means of his arts he succeeded in leading the Ultonians into Mider's stronghold, after they had repeatedly failed in their attempts.` <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: <a href="https://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fim/fim04.htm" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fim/fim04.htm</a>

1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookologyThursday</a>: `Aodh Dubh O'Donnell was holding a feast one time in Bel-atha Senaig, and his people were boasting of the goodness of his house and of his musicians. And while they were talking, they saw a clown coming towards them, old striped clothes he had, and puddle water splashing in his shoes, and his sword sticking out naked behind him, and his ears through the old cloak that was over his head, and in his hand he had three spears of hollywood scorched and blackened. He wished O'Donnell good health, and O'Donnell did the same to him. The musicians began playing their music then, and all the best musicians of the country were there at the time, and they played very sweet tunes on their harps. But the strange man called out: "By my word, O'Donnell, there was never a noise of hammers beating on iron in any bad place was so bad to listen to as this noise your people are making." With that he took a harp, and he made music that would put women in their pains and wounded men after a battle into a sweet sleep, and it is what O'Donnell said: "Since I first heard talk of the music of the Sidhe that is played in the hills and under the earth below us, I never heard better music than your own. And it is a very sweet player you are," he said. "One day I am sweet, another day I am sour," said the clown`, who was no other than <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Manannan" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Manannan</a> in disguise. <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Celtic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Celtic</a> Source: Gods and Fighting Men by Lady Gregory - Project Gutenberg eBook

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