Ar Deireadh :Faraway Hills
Epilogue. Ar Deireadh:Faraway Hills...
In which there is an ending and a beginning..
Cúan Cullen was impatient to get to the school gates and be gone. His sister Aoibheann had been telling him that Coláiste Farraige was the best Gaeltacht by far to attend for fun on the Atlantic Coast. He could hear her showing off her Leaving Certificate Examination Higher Irish in his inner ear. “Och tá sé go hálainn ar fad a bheith amuigh ar muir agus ar mór fharraige.” The bus was waiting there to transport them all with their books, bags and bicycles to the far side of the Shannon.
Ferdy was going and Cúan was hoping they would get in the same house. A lot of the St.Catherine’s girls were rumoured to be going although they were probably more interested in studying for exams than in the ceilis or sports.
Aoibheann and Aoife had been accepted as cinnirí. After the kidnapping and all the warrior stuff Cúan felt he needed a long break.
As he boarded the bus he found that Ferdy had kept him a window seat and was rubbing his hands with glee. “Off to have a bit of fun in the Wesht ,just the ticket.” Cúan smiled, “yeah, class.” “Of course Mayo is part of Connaught , you know Maedhbh’s province.” Ferdy added matter of factly. “Uh huh” replied Cúan. “But you are probably okay because she is ,like, never going to need another haircut.” “I know,” replied Cúan “but I just get the feeling I’m being watched like.” “Yeah well you bring him everywhere,” complained Ferdy as Gaebolg blinked up at them from the sportsbag. “It’s not as if will be speaking a lot of irish. Plus he’ll get in the way at the ceilis! Is it a he or a she by the way?” Cúan just groaned. He didn’t feel like telling that Gaebolg kept jumping into the bag by itself until he gave up removing it. Besides, there might be a few Limerick or Galway lads fancying they could hurl. And he still felt he was being watched.
The next thing the engine started up with a belch of diesel and they were off . As they turned up North Circular Road a murder of crows set off up out of the sycamores and began following them on the long road to the west.
In Rathcroghan Co. Roscommon, a huge blood-red figure climbed up out of a pit deep in the ground and blindly sniffed the air scenting for the blood of the Dé Danann and finding it….everywhere!
Cúan Cullen was impatient to get to the school gates and be gone. His sister Aoibheann had been telling him that Coláiste Farraige was the best Gaeltacht by far to attend for fun on the Atlantic Coast. He could hear her showing off her Leaving Certificate Examination Higher Irish in his inner ear. “Och tá sé go hálainn ar fad a bheith amuigh ar muir agus ar mór fharraige.” The bus was waiting there to transport them all with their books, bags and bicycles to the far side of the Shannon.
Ferdy was going and Cúan was hoping they would get in the same house. A lot of the St.Catherine’s girls were rumoured to be going although they were probably more interested in studying for exams than in the ceilis or sports.
Aoibheann and Aoife had been accepted as cinnirí. After the kidnapping and all the warrior stuff Cúan felt he needed a long break.
As he boarded the bus he found that Ferdy had kept him a window seat and was rubbing his hands with glee. “Off to have a bit of fun in the Wesht ,just the ticket.” Cúan smiled, “yeah, class.” “Of course Mayo is part of Connaught , you know Maedhbh’s province.” Ferdy added matter of factly. “Uh huh” replied Cúan. “But you are probably okay because she is ,like, never going to need another haircut.” “I know,” replied Cúan “but I just get the feeling I’m being watched like.” “Yeah well you bring him everywhere,” complained Ferdy as Gaebolg blinked up at them from the sportsbag. “It’s not as if will be speaking a lot of irish. Plus he’ll get in the way at the ceilis! Is it a he or a she by the way?” Cúan just groaned. He didn’t feel like telling that Gaebolg kept jumping into the bag by itself until he gave up removing it. Besides, there might be a few Limerick or Galway lads fancying they could hurl. And he still felt he was being watched.
The next thing the engine started up with a belch of diesel and they were off . As they turned up North Circular Road a murder of crows set off up out of the sycamores and began following them on the long road to the west.
In Rathcroghan Co. Roscommon, a huge blood-red figure climbed up out of a pit deep in the ground and blindly sniffed the air scenting for the blood of the Dé Danann and finding it….everywhere!
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