#FairyTaleTuesday: The druids of the wily King Conor weaved spells to turn the sons of Usna and #Deirdre back to Emain Macha. „The Druids made a grey stormy sea before the sons of Usna on the green plain. The three heroes tied their clothing behind their heads, and Naisi set Deirdre again upon his shoulder and went straight on without flinching, without turning back, through the grey shaggy sea, lifting Deirdre on high lest she should wet her feet.“ #Celtic
Source: Cuchulain, the Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull

#MythologyMonday: Because of the king's betrayal, #Naoise was killed. After a year of mourning for him, #Deirdre of the Sorrows, the raving one, threw herself from the chariot onto a rock to her death. She was on her way to a forced wedding. #Celtic #StPatricksDay

#FolkloreSunday: `Levarcam, the wise woman, taught the young maiden #Deirdre all she knew. She taught her how each bird sings to its mate, each different note of thrush or cuckoo or the soaring lark; she taught her of the plants that spring towards heaven, their roots deep hidden in the yielding soil, and of their names and uses, and the way they fructified and sent out shoots, and of the fruits they bore.

#FolkloreSunday: At the behest of King Conor `far off from Emain in a lonely dell, surrounded by a wood, a simple stately house was reared, surrounded by an orchard of rare fruits. Behind the house lay a garden and a piece of barren moor, and through the wood a gently-flowing stream that wandered amid carpets of bright flowers. And all seemed fair enough, but round the place he let built a mighty wall, so high that none could climb it, and a moat ran round within. Four savage man-hounds sent by Conor were on constant guard, watching on every side by night and day, so that no living thing could enter or pass out, save with the knowledge of Levarcam.` There the seven year old girl #Deirdre, the loveliest maiden that ever was born in Erin, was hidden away from all boys and men except King Conor and his druid. #Celtic
Source: Cuchulain, The Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull
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#WyrdWednesday: `Amid the early carolling of birds, in the mild morning dawn of fragrant May, when all the bush was white with hawthorn-bloom, and dew-drops glistened from every point of sapling, bush, and plant, #Naoise and his brothers set out, going in search of the retired place where #Deirdre dwelt.` #Celtic
Source: Cuchulain, The Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull

#WyrdWednesday: `Levarcam, the wise woman, taught the young maiden #Deirdre all she knew. She taught her of the plants that spring towards heaven, their roots deep hidden in the yielding soil, and of their names and uses, and the way they fructified and sent out shoots, and of the fruits they bore. There was no bird upon the spray, nor herb among the plants, nor star in heaven, but Deirdre had a name for each and all.` #Celtic
Source: Cuchulain, The Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull

#WyrdWednesday: #Deirdre dwelt in a moor. She `passed the long spring mornings on the heather, happy because the sunshine was so warm, the air so sweet, and all the world so fresh with herbs and flowers.` #Celtic
Source: Cuchulain, The Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull

Leaving your subordinates in self-shaped heaps of ruined potential will never stop being amusing (and satisfying) to Revya...
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