Iamerge found his way back to the warmth of the fire and the attentions of the monks. Hebrews saw him first and quickly saw to his cut. Iamerge was relieved there were no questions, but Hebrews’ curious glances built a need in him to confess. When he could stand it no more he blurted out, […]
She regarded him stoically as she began to leave and he happened to block her path in the cluttered room, “There is another giant, it is arranged.” She said as she pushed past him and walked out into the hall. He followed her and had to hurry not to loose her in the labyrinth of the sidhe.
Iamerge looked up and saw a shadow blocking the stars. He cringed, fearing the beast-men. The Stranger only, He thought, around its rim was the dim light of the three stars of Tir na Nua, but the Stranger kept most of that light sending only a little back out to be seen.
Fergus and the King, Concubar, were at a game of Ard Fidchell when the chief druid of the Ulster came upon them, “It is not my wish to anger you, my lord, but there are matters to discuss relating to the games of Macha and too, the taking of arms of some of our young warriors, […]
“I don’t care what they think,” Oatey said defiantely, she looked him in the eye, “They care nothing for me anyhow. I only mention it so that you know what they may say of you, what they already think of me.”
Lugh couldn’t suppress the laugh that burst out, but he hurried to apologize when he saw Oatey look so hurt, “No no no, It isn’t you sweet. It is just that my reputation is far worse than yours could possibly be, and I’ve earned mine.”
“Thanks brother,” said what was left of the man, “that Gospels, he told me about his Lord, and about. . .” the man was weeping and as Iamerge knelt, coming near, a hand came from the mass of bandages and clung to him, “. . . he told me about forgiveness in his Jesus. Can it be true?”
Iamerge gaped, fumbling for what he might say to comfort the man, “I’ve never heard Gospels tell anything but the truth.”
“That’s what I thought,” said the better part of a man. Iamerge patted the mans hand and sat silently. The man sobbed, “I’ve made a mess of things, I prayed with him, that Gospels, but he can’t know what I done– so I was just askin’.”
The debt we are loading on future generations IS immoral, not only in the most absolute sense of what God thinks (see number eight) of stealing someone else’s money, but also in the social contract sense of having a document and a set of values laid out in a Constitution that we are violating at the expense of children without franchise. They have no vote, but they will pay this debt or they will be buried by it.