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The Hobbler’s Hovel…


… “Strength of my sword-arm,” continued Fiachna, “destitute and decrepit though I now am, I have a treasure hidden away. I never dared dream I would live to pass it on to Cuill’s son.”

“Fine will be the gift of one who honours my father. Describe it to me.”

“It is the spear that Cuill stole from the Crafty Ones. I secreted it away wrapped in its cloak of darkness even as Goll and his clan sacked your father’s dun. I buried it and built my hovel over it. Tonight, should you wish it, it shall be yours.”

“Fiachna, my father-friend, with that spear this night I hope to win back my birth-right. It is in my mind to test my might against Alain, son of Mithna.”

“Terrible that spear, son of Cuill, I would not tempt you to your death with it.”

“My mind is set with or without the spear. Tonight I shall stand guard over Tara.”

“You have a chieftain’s way with words, Fin. Hasten to Tara now. Say nothing of the spear. I will bring it to you when you have chosen your ground.”

“Fiachna,” said Fin, “if I win victory tonight, I will be your foster-son.”

“Win victory for Tara, son of Cuill, and think no more on me. Win victory for your father and all his broken men.”

“For Cuill,” said Fin, and set off at pace along the High-Way to Tara.


Flight of the Seer IV…

The Silent Eye


“No one else is doing this.”

“So far as we are aware.”

“And if they are doing it they are not doing it in quite the same way.”


It was not always the case.

The ancient mystery schools utilised story and drama in order to teach and inculcate spiritual and psychological truths within their aspirants.

In many cases those same stories and dramas are still around in the form of myths and legends, although their deeper content may now be well hidden, if it remains at all.

It may even be that story and drama originally evolved with no other purpose than the sacred, and that what we now know as entertainment is the dying gasp of a degenerate process.



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