#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `All alone, without a single friend, #Cuchulain, the king of Erin's mighty heroes lay, dying upon the plain. …But the Grey of Macha, the King of Erin's steeds, found him where he stood, and came up, dragging the spear that still held in his wound; and it laid its head upon #Cuchulain's breast, weeping great dropping tears of dusky blood. And all about his shoulders hovered carrion birds, yet still the host dared not venture nigh, for the hero's light shone from his forehead, and they knew not whether he were alive or dead.`
Source: Cuchulain, The Hound of Ulster, by Eleanor Hull; Illustrated by Stephen Reid
Here’s the backstory: https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/116279693502621146

Yorkshire is home to several legends of phantom black dogs. One of the eeriest concerns an old packhorse bridge in the hamlet of Ivelet, Swaledale. The bridge is said to be haunted by a headless black dog, who leaps over the bridge's side into the water and can be heard barking at night. Glimpsing the dog is an omen of death - it's claimed anyone who does so will die within a year. The last sighting was about 100 years ago. The bridge also boasts a stone coffin rest - pallbearers would cross it carrying corpses to the churchyard in the nearby village of Grinton. #gothic #folklore #history #Yorkshire #paranormal #ghosts #mythology #Mythologymonday #dogs #architecture #weird

For #MythologyMonday — not sure if “friendly” really applies, but, though it didn't seem it at the time, St. Guinefort was doing the right thing: https://www.thegreyhoundsaint.com/

#MythologyMonday #Celtic: `At the third time, the Wild Women-Goblins of the Blast, who watched the fight, screaming above the slain, swooped down. Into the hands of Luga and young Ere, but late ascended Tara's royal seat, and into the dread hand of dark Curoi, they placed the venomous spears of magic might brought out of fairy-land. "The time is come," said they ; "take these and strike; with each of these three spears a king shall fall."
Together those three foes drew near, and first Curoi threw his weapon, aiming it at #Cuchulain. But from his mantle once again it swerved, missing its mark. But glancing off from him, it pierced the Grey of Macha, pinning the gallant creature to the ground. Cuchulain, when he saw his steed transfixed, without a thought for his own safety, bounded from his chariot, and stooped to draw the weapon from the wound; but for all he tugged and pulled, he could not get it out.`
Source: Gods and Fighting Men by Lady Gregory - Project Gutenberg eBook
Here’s the backstory: https://hear-me.social/@NeuKelte/116279350996926587