… “Mananawn’s Mount,” muttered Fin, pensively.
“Yeas!” exclaimed Daatho, “from Sidhe Finnaha, where Leer himself resides, he descends like a fire-storm. That radiant place on the very crest of the height is crowned with flames that leap rubied-red, through the day-light hours, but as night falls it sparks and spits like star-fire, as a guard against the foolish and unwary.”
“Do not the High Ones have their share of our spoil?” asked Fin, “what need has one of theirs to torment us so?”
“If the stone of the hills know it they utter it not,” said Daatho, “yet men will ever spin their yarns to draw out the unknown.”
“What stories have you heard told on this matter?” asked Fin.
“The old men say that it is all on account of a spear. They tell that Cuill, who was once the head of the Fianna, stole the spear from the Fairy Rath of Alain, son of Mithna.”
“And where is that spear now?” shouted Fin.
“Where is last year’s winter?” smiled Daatho.
Continue reading at Stuart France