Mo druí, Mac Dé

SAINT COLUMBA’S SONG OF TRUST. I TREAD the mountain passes through the gloom Alone, save that Thy Presence can illume, Sun of my soul! these rough ways of the night, And turn the fearsome darkness into light. Should that day dawn—the last that I should see— No mightiest aid could save from Thy decree: No […]

Do Thou Assoil Me and Give Me the Sacrament

On a certain day Columcille was going to Tara of the Kings, and by adventure he met Bee mac De, the druid of Diarmaid mac Cerbail, King of Erin. And Bee had the gift of prophecy from God, albeit he was a druid, and he had made no false prophecy ever. But Columcille had foretold […]

Formalities Observed

Every Heir or young Chieftain of a Tribe was oblig’d in Honour to give a publick Specimen of his Valour before he was own’d and declar’d Governor or Leader of his People, who obey’d and follow’d him upon all Occasions. This Chieftain was usually attended with a Retinue of young Men of Quality, who had […]

Provided I Be Famous, I Am Content to Be Only One Day on Earth

‘He did still another exploit,’ said Fiachu mac Fir Fhebe. ‘Cathbad the druid was with his son Conchobar mac Nessa. There were with him a hundred active men learning the druid’s art — that was the number that Cathbad used to instruct. One of his pupils asked him for what that day would be of […]

I Myself Shall Be a Hound

‘Indeed we know that boy’, said Conall Cernach, ‘and we know him all the better in that he is a fosterling of ours. Not long after the deed which Fergus has just related, he performed another exploit.’ ‘When Culann the smith prepared a feast for Conchobar, he asked Conchobar not to bring a great crowd […]