Connle Ruad's Expedition

This is the story of Connle Ruad's expedition, from the historical cycle Irish.

Connle Ruad's expedition

Connle Ruad's Expedition

Why do we say Unique Art? It is not difficult to explain.

One day, Connle Ruad, son of Conn Cetchathach was next to his father on the heights of Usnech. Suddenly he saw a beautifully dressed woman approaching him. Connle spoke to her: Where are you from, woman? he said. - I come, replied the woman, from the lands of the living, from the land where one knows neither death, nor sin, nor scandal.

Our extended feasts don't need preparation; never a quarrel disturbs our beautiful meetings. We live in the great Sid; also we are called the people of the Side. "Who are you talking to," Conn said to his son? Because no one saw the woman, except Connle alone. The woman replied:

He talks with a young, pretty woman of noble birth,
Who has no fear of death or old age.
I like Connle Ruad. I invite him to come to Mag Mell
where reigns a king Boadach the immortal;
no complaint, no misfortune in his country, since he took power.

Come with me, Connle Ruad, colorful neck, shining like light!
A golden crown must be placed on the head,
as an eternal emblem of your royal dignity.
If you want to, your body will never wither
her youth, her beauty until favorable judgment.

Conn spoke to his druid, whose name was Koran. They had all heard what the woman was saying, but they couldn't see her.

I implore you Quran with famous songs,
to vast science,
a rigorous order is given to me,
he is stronger than my will
and stronger than my power.
I have never fought such a fight
since I took power.

Stronger than all the weapons,
an invisible form torments me
and sing around my son to witch him away from me,
the King of Ireland, and magical female charms draw him away.

Then the druid sang against the woman's voice, so that no one would hear her, and also so that Connle might no longer see her.

But the woman leaving, chased away by the druid's magical song, had given Connle an apple. He was without eating or drinking until the end of the month. He didn't like any food except his apple. The apple was not diminishing; every time he ate it, it remained intact. Then Connle grew concerned: he thought of the woman he had seen. On the day the month was over, he was with his father in Mag-Archomman, when he saw before him the same woman who said to him:

Connle, you who are seated
to a high place among passing mortals,
you who await the dreaded death,
immortal beings invite you to come to them;
you are a hero to the people of Tethra,
he wants to see you every day
in the assemblies of your ancestors
in the midst of those you have known
and who are dear to you.

When Conn heard the woman's voice, he said to his people, "Call the druid, come to me, here is this woman's voice still being heard today." The woman replied:

Conn Cetchathach,
the art of the druid has no more power,
in a short time he will reach the Great Shore.
The righteous will come soon
with many illustrious companions,
and his law will destroy the druids' spells,
those mouth-inspired sins
of the black and deceptive demon.

Conn was amazed that Connle didn't answer anyone except, "The woman has come." "Did you understand," he said, "what the woman said, Connle?" Connle loi replied: What she asks is easy for me to carry out; one thing holds me back: I love my family. This woman is causing me great torment.

Then the woman answered and spoke thus:

You love me, what does it matter that yours regret you!
In a glass boat, we will be able to reach the Sid of Boadach.
It is a foreign land where it is not difficult to go.
I see the bright sun going down; although our country is far away, we will get there before dark.
It is the land of pleasure for whoever walks it.
Our race is made up only of women and young girls.

At this response from the woman, Connle left his and jumped into the glass boat. His father and his friends saw him move away little by little. They watched as long as their eyes could catch a glimpse of it. Connle and the woman disappeared over the expanse of the sea and since then we have never seen them again, we do not know where they went.

As Conn and his family remained gathered in thought, they saw Art, Conn's son advancing towards them. “Art is an only child today,” said Conn, “it is likely that he no longer has a brother.” - "You said well", replied Koran. “This name, Art Oenfer will always be his and will not leave it in the future, from today. "