Our Lughnasadh bonfire burns high and bright, its flaming arms reach up to the Night Queen and her glowing sky cauldrons. Spirits are high and the people of Cean Tir are rejoicing. They have much to be thankful for. A good harvest, a renewed dùn, the return of their Mormaer and Ceann Draoidh.

We also have a good deal to thank Lugh for. Master of all trades, His steady hand steered our craft across the sea, His sword Freagarthach and Spear Sleá Bua protected us from a deceitful cattle lord and and His Light guided us safely home.

I toss a little bread man into the flames and watch him dance. I thank Lugh for all his blessings as the bread man burns to a cinder. A great spark shoots skyward. My thanks have been heard. I catch up to the frolickers and wend my way back to the Meeting Hall.