Celtic Epics

Bold and bizarre tales from Scotland, Ireland, Wales, Cornwall, Brittany, and Iceland. Tales from the days when ability to leap across rivers and recite poetry were required of all warriors. You will be inspired by a people who are not surprised by magic. Learn why the Little People are not always little and the Good Folk are not always good. I am Irish-American and have studied and told in Ireland, one of my favorite places. I'll likely sing a bit in Gaelic, (it's hard to stop me!)

Lady Rhiannon and Lady Arawn of the Bright Otherworld were having a little woman to woman talk in the boudoir. Rhiannon asked “Do you mean to tell me, this man lay in the bed with you night after night for a whole year and did not once make love to you?" Arawn’s wife laughed, “I know. It does seem impossible, but I assure you that is how it was." It seemed a human, Prince Pwyll of Dyved, had allowed his hunting dogs to take over the stag belonging to Arawn, king of the otherworld. Instead of punishing him for the trespass, Arawn had agreed that Pwyll could earn his forgiveness and his friendship by undertaking a geasa, a difficult task. They exchanged form and place for a year and a day. Arawn had told no one, not even his wife!