1. Neu-Kelte 🌻💙💛🌻<p><a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/BookologyThursday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>BookologyThursday</span></a> <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/31DaysofHaunting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>31DaysofHaunting</span></a>: The chase of <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Fionn" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Fionn</span></a> mac Cumhaill for his eloped bride <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Grainne" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Grainne</span></a> and her lover <a href="https://hear-me.social/tags/Diarmuid" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Diarmuid</span></a> „went for years, and many times did the Fianna come close to catching them but never once did they succeed. This is why throughout the length and breadth of Ireland there are many places called Leaba Diarmuid ’s Gráinne, or the Bed of Diarmuid and Gráinne.<br>Aengus Óg came to Fionn seven times to ask would he give up the chase, and seven times he was refused, until on the eighth Aengus spoke to Cormac the High King as well, who was tired of the endless pursuit, and moved him to plead on Gráinne's behalf with Fionn.<br>Well they used to say of Fionn that his sense of justice was so sure and so unbreakable that if he had to give judgement in a quarrel between a stranger and his own son, he would be as fair to the stranger as to his son - and as fair to his son as to the stranger. It was told of him that he was so generous that if the leaves falling from the trees in autumn were gold and the foam on the salt sea waves was silver, Finn would give it all away to any who asked him.<br>It was told of him also that he had another side, a dark-of-the-moon side, and could forgive an injury, laughing, but knew also how to nurse an old hate through the years, to the death of the man he hated.<br>And so Fionn reluctantly agreed to give up his chase and cool his anger, but in his heart still he nursed a silent darkness.<br>Diarmuid and Gráinne were allowed to settle down on land that belonged to Donn in Keshcorran, County Sligo and Fionn even relented enough to give Diarmuid a gift of land as was fitting to a hero who had served him well in the past. So all went well with them for many years until they had four sons.<br>Then one dark night Diarmuid was awoken by the sound of a hound baying on the wind, and a fearsome sound it was to him, giving him the ice-sweats and trembling. He made as if to go to investigate but Gráinne threw her arms about him and held him back, telling him it was but the work of the underfolk.<br>He subsided but twice more that night the baying of hounds awoke him, and he settled that he must go to investigate, taking with him the yellow spear Crann Buidhe that had served him so well in his elopement. Gráinne begged him to take instead the Gai dearg, the red spear for she knew it to be more powerful, but he refused.<br>High on the windswept slopes of Ben Bulben he climbed, and at that time they were well-cloaked in heavy forest and bushes, and who did he meet but Fionn Mac Cumhaill under the wan moonlight!<br>“Is it to kill me that you've come, Fionn?" asked Diarmuid narrowly but Fionn looked at him as though he was mad and told him that they'd come seeking a lost hound of the Fianna, and that he should be nowhere near the moutain this night, for there was a powerful wild boar loose as well. Knowing Diarmuid's geas, Fionn told him that he'd best be off, perhaps in his heart suspecting that this prick to his pride and hint of cowardice would be enough to tie him to his fate.<br>And sure enough, Diarmuid refused to leave, saying he'd never flee from a pig. Fionn shrugged and moved off, and before long a great crashing and grunting erputed from nearby. It was the boar itself, and Diarmuid knew it to be the very same son of Roc that had been restored all those years ago. With a cry of despair he hurled his yellow spear at it and slew the beast, but it snarled and ran him through with its tusks all the same, and Diarmuid lay dying.<br>Hearing the racket Fionn and his men came to the spot and found him gasping on the ground. Knowing well that Fionn had the power of healing in his hands, Diarmuid begged him to get a handful of water and make his wounds right.<br>Grim Fionn stood over him, the darkness stirring in his heart, and said “It likes me well to see you in that plight, Diarmuid. I would that all the women in Ireland saw you now for your excellent beauty is turned to ugliness and your choice form to deformity.”<br>Diarmuid begged of him and reminded him of the adventures they'd had together, and all the times he'd saved Fionn's life, and all it would take in payment would be a handful of water from the well.<br>“But there is no well,” said Fionn.<br>“That is not true,” said Diarmuid, "only nine paces from you is the best well of pure water in the world.”<br>Oscar son of Fionn and the rest of the Fianna began to grow wroth at this and entreated with Fionn to heal Diarmuid, so he went to the well and filled his hands. As he turned so turned the worm of jealousy and anger in him, and he let the water trickle from his hands as he walked back.<br>Again he went to the well, but again his heart rebelled, until at last, stung by the memories of Diarmuid's friendship, he filled his hands a third time and returned in earnest, only to find Diarmuid had died.<br>Gráinne, hearing the battle-sound from afar, burst into the clearing and her howls of grief echoed to the heavens and the halls of the Sidhe below, and Fionn and his men left her to it.<br>Aengus appeared like the wind and said, “There has never been a night since I took you with me to Brú na Boinne before your first year had passed that I didn't watch over you, until last night. And alas for the treachery of Fionn, despite the peace between you!<br>He brought the body back with him to the Brú and said that though he could not restore the dead to life, "I will send a soul into him so that he may talk with me each day."<br>And that was the end of Diarmuid the Fair.“<br>Source: <a href="https://emeraldisle.ie/diarmuid-and-grainne" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">emeraldisle.ie/diarmuid-and-gr</span><span class="invisible">ainne</span></a></p>