#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

#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