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Fate of the Lir-Brood III…


Depart from me as graceful swans

The waters be now your home

Your palace hall is a pearly cave

Its couch the crest of a crystal wave

Your mantle is milk-white foam.


…The four children grew up under Eva’s care, though they slept near their father.

Red-Bove loved them almost as much as Lir and brought them often to his palace where they proved a delight and joy to the Crafty-Ones.

When Eva saw that Lir’s children received such affection from their father, the king, and the whole host of the Crafty-Folk, she began to feel neglected on their account.

A venomous pang of envy entered her heart which festered and grew into a bitter enmity for her sister’s children.

Of a day Eva ordered her horses yoked to her chariot and set out for Red-Lake, taking the four children with her.

Eva’s plan was to kill the children outright but when she took out the sword to do so her maternal instinct overcame her and instead she sent them to bathe at the water’s edge.

As each child entered the clear water Eva, touched them on the shoulder with a fae-switch and, transformed them into swans swimming on the lake.


Then Eva repented of her deed and said, “Since I cannot afford you any other relief, I will allow you to keep your speech and reason. You shall not grieve for being in swan-shape.” So saying, she departed westward on her chariot.



to be continued…


Weird world

The Silent Eye

Diana Avebury (9)

“GHOST, n. The outward and visible sign of an inward fear.”
Devil’s Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce

I was looking for some information and came across a video of a paranormal investigation at a place we are very familiar with… Avebury. It centred on the old Red Lion pub, reputed to be haunted by a whole host of ghostly presences; from the shade of Florrie, thrown down the well in what is now the dining room by a jealous husband, to the bedrooms that have seen guests packing their bags in the middle of the night and vowing never to come back, right through to the spectral coach and horses that clatters into the yard. I watched out of curiosity, enjoying the glimpses behind the scenes of the 16th century inn I know so well.

A further bit of browsing took me through several other clips along the same lines, and while…

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