Oengus and I

Author: * Ceana (KEHna) Caledonii - 1 Post on this thread out of 213 Posts sitewide.
Date: Aug 1, 2005 - 20:52

manage to spend a little time at the ceilidh, enjoying the leftovers of the feast, and a cup of mead. It is the darkest hour befoer dawn, and we have been in a quiet place, away from everyone. He needed rest, and massage for his sore muscles after that final caber toss. I didn't think he could do it, and praised his amazing strength. Than he told me the story of his good friend Cas, and how he called upon that mememory to aid him.

I tell him about the change that came over him when he threw Big Duff, and he is amazed. Such a thing has never happened to him before, so far as he knows. I tell him that someone nearby said it was the hero light, and he is touched and awed that it could happen to him, an ordinary blacksmith.

I am so proud of my husband - whether he wins or not is of no matter to me. He is the hero of my heart, and will be the support of my life, for as long as we live. I pledged my love to him for life, and I meant it. He says he doesn't care about winning, he just wanted to try and see if he could do it.

We leave the ceilidh geounds and go back to the private place we have found. There we will spend the hours until the judging of the contest. Then we will go back to Eire, and I will find out how the Dagda's Diner team did in that contest.