I am the son of Finn mac Cumhaill, leader of the Fianna. I have experienced many adventures in my life and so there are many stories told of me. I start my story today with my birth………
Finn mac Cumhaill was out hunting one day. His hounds, a large pack that always ran down their prey, ran down a doe that was strange in many ways. First of all, only two of the dogs, Bran and Sceolang, caught the doe, then the dogs refused to harm her! They just held her until Finn arrived. Second, while they wer…
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Posted on December 1, 2009 at 9:54am —
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