The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The sun shone bright upon the land as the Summer's warmth made a fine day of the green fields. White clouds chased each other across the azure dome of the sky as a light wind fluttered the pennants and pageantry of the Feile. The children of Danu roamed about the space enjoying the sport and the wares that were on offer. Food set out on long tables filled the place with sweet and savory scents. A band of bards set sounds and song to complement the festive feel of the event.
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18/8/2016 0 Comments The Thirst A long morning it had been. Warrior, hound and horse, were tired and a thirst was upon them as they approached the pool. One of the younger warriors sighed to see the sight of the clear still waters. "At last a drink to freshen my mouth. The thirst is upon me fierce." "Whisht! You fool. Else it will be your life that is drank from you!" The voice was stern and cracked the youths attention back just as he were about to touch the cool waters. |
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