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Also, please be aware that this is an uncorrected proof and may contain spelling, grammar and other errors.
I'm posting this work because I have benefited greatly from the feedback of readers. Your comments are welcome & encouraged.
Draft in progress posted 4/2/00
THE SONS OF TUIRENN
adapted by Brian Lieske
No one remembers exactly what the cause of the blood feud between the Sons of Tuirenn and the sons of Cainte was. But it really matters not, whatever the cause it came to pass one day that Cian was parted from his two brothers as he crossed a plain. Off in the distance, he spied the three sons of Tuirenn: Brian, Iucharba, and Iuchar.
"I fear no man, and were my brothers here we would shortly settle this dispute once and for all. But they are three and I am one and there are times that discretion is the better part of valor." So saying, he drew forth his druidical wand and transformed himself into a pig that he might hide amongst the other pigs rooting along the plain.
"Brothers," Brian said, "was there are not a warrior walking across the plain moment ago?"
"Aye, brother. I believe there was," Iucharba replied.
"I too have seen him, but he has vanished," Iuchar added.
"He has not vanished. What else to you see?"
His brothers looked more carefully across the open field and replied, "A herd of pigs. Nuada's pigs that no man dare disturb."
"If the warrior has transformed himself, we'll never be able to find him."
Brian shook his head and admonished his brothers, "Unworthy sons of our father would you be if you cannot find transformed warrior amongst a herd of pigs." So saying, he drew forth his druidical wand and tapped his brothers, transforming them into hounds.
They charge across the plain, Brian in close pursuit. Cain broke from the herd of pigs as the hounds approached. Seeing the enchanted pig for what it was, Brian hurled his spear and pierced the druidical pig through the trunk of its chest.
"It is an ill thing you have done, to wound me thus when you knew I was a warrior. I am Cain, son of Cainte; I ask for quarter."
The transformed Iuchar and Iucharba growled and snapped at the mortally wounded pig. Brian drew forth his druidical wand again and returned his brothers to their human shape. He replied, "There is a blood feud between us. If life were to return seven times to you, seven times what I strike you down."
"Then will you grant a warrior's final request?"
"Name it," the Sons of Tuirenn replied.
"Allow me to pass in my human shape."
"That suits me well," Brian replied, "for it is more to my liking to strike down a warrior as an equal them to slay a pig."
His human form returned, Cain asked again, "Will you grant me quarter now as warrior to warrior?"
"You are fools, Sons of Tuirenn. Had you slain me as a pig the eric price would have been that of a pig, but I am noble of the Tuatha de Danaan and the eric you shall pay will be greater than any before in history. Your own weapons will cry out at the horror of your act and recount the deed to Lugh, my son."
"Then we shall not use our weapons. The stones of the earth shall finish our work." The Sons of Tuirenn grasped the stones from the earth and hurled them at Cain until the life was driven from him.
They dug a deep hole in the earth to receive the body, but the soil rejected this fratricide for it is said the Tuatha de Danaan were all brothers. Six times, they tried to bury Cain and six times the earth rejected him. The seventh time, they mounted the stones they had cast at Cain atop his burial mound and the earth received the body.
"Now we travel on to the battle." The Sons of Tuirenn left the small mound in the midst of the plain and travel on to the forces of the Tuatha de Danaan were preparing to attack the Fomori.
Lugh discovers the body and names the eric price
The brothers perform the tasks.
Forgetfulness overtakes them and they return without the last item.
The brothers fight on the hill and die.
Here ends the Frist Sorrow of Storytelling, the sad fate of the Sons of Tuirenn.
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