“ Though early rose the song of the birds mid the rocky caves and the music of the birds in the grove, earlier than that did Connachar, king of Ulster, arise, with his little troop of dear friends, in the delightful twilight of the fresh and gentle May; the dew was heavy on each bush and flower and stem, as they went to bring Deirdre forth from the green knoll where she stayed. Many a youth was there who had a lithe, leaping and lissom step when they started whose step was faint, failing, and faltering when they reached the bothy on account of the length of the way and roughness of the road. ”
Summary
Celtic Folk and Fairy Tales is a compilation of traditional narratives rooted in Celtic mythology and folklore, though its author remains unspecified. The collection weaves tales of kings, heroes, and mythical beings, featuring figures like Deirdre, Connachar, and Naois, whose stories unfold against landscapes of enchanted lochs and rugged hills.
Themes of destiny, courage, and supernatural influence permeate the text, as seen in episodes involving magical apples, vengeful spirits, and tests of strength. These tales, blending historical resonance with fantastical elements, preserve the oral traditions of Celtic culture, offering insights into its values and beliefs through vivid, often surreal, storytelling.
Quotes from Celtic Folk and Fairy Tales ()
“ Deirdre and her foster-mother dwelt in the bothy mid the hills without the knowledge or the suspicion of any living person about them and without anything occurring, until Deirdre was sixteen years of age. Deirdre grew like the white sapling, straight and trim as the rash on the moss. She was the creature of fairest form, of loveliest aspect, and of gentlest nature that existed between earth and heaven in all Ireland—whatever colour of hue she had before, there was nobody that looked into her face but she would blush fiery red over it. ”
“ But Kilhuch caught it and threw it vigorously, and wounded him through the eyeball, so that the dart came out at the back of his head."A cursed ungentle son-in-law, truly. As long as I remain alive my eyesight will be the worse. Whenever I go against the wind my eyes will water, and peradventure my head will burn, and I shall have a giddiness every new moon. Cursed be the fire in which it was forged. Like the bite of a mad dog is the stroke of this poisoned iron."And they went to meat.Said Yspathaden Penkawr, "Is it thou that seekest my daughter?""It is I," answered Kilhuch. ”
