THE MURDER OF MOGH RUITH
There are many myths and legends surrounding the hag. Apparently , she lived through several generations because she had the ability to regenerate herself. At the end of each era when she was old and decrepit, she would wander down to the water and bathe herelf and instantly she was transformed into a beautiful and glowing young woman with the ability to entice and woo yet another husband for the following lifetime.
In one generation of the hag, she was married to Mogh Ruith, the druid from Valentia Island. What do you think of this seanachaí story?
Now, before the marriage the druid had an eye for the witch's sister, but the hag, being a woman of a jealous disposition and having the power of the occult, cast a spell on the druid, and lured him into marriage with herself. That was grand, as far as it went, but one day, didn't the old charm slip, and the man realised that he had been conned into marrying the wrong woman…and off he went cavorting with the sister.Not the best move in the world, I can tell you, for when the auld hag discovered what was afoot, there was a fury on her. Nothing would satisfy her till she had it out with your man.. She ranted and raved like a bean sí, and next thing she took off after him. Let me tell you, himself didn't hang around. Given the knowledge that he was in imminent danger, the man took to his heels and made straight for the River Funchion. Well if he did, the hag was after him like a March hare. Down the hill Magh Ruith bounded, and the wife in hot pursuit. Twas a sight to behold, the two of them. She was fast, but let me tell you, he was faster and being fleet of foot Magh Ruíth reached the river first and he was half way across when the wife arrived on. There was a steam on her and her puffing and panting, but begore she assessed her situation well, and there and then she lifted up a boulder the size of a meteor, and she flung it with all her might at your man. Down he went like a stone, pinned to the bottom of the river, and try as he might there was no return for the poor man. There he stopped until the last remaining breath passed from him.
There are many myths and legends surrounding the hag. Apparently , she lived through several generations because she had the ability to regenerate herself. At the end of each era when she was old and decrepit, she would wander down to the water and bathe herelf and instantly she was transformed into a beautiful and glowing young woman with the ability to entice and woo yet another husband for the following lifetime.
In one generation of the hag, she was married to Mogh Ruith, the druid from Valentia Island. What do you think of this seanachaí story?
Now, before the marriage the druid had an eye for the witch's sister, but the hag, being a woman of a jealous disposition and having the power of the occult, cast a spell on the druid, and lured him into marriage with herself. That was grand, as far as it went, but one day, didn't the old charm slip, and the man realised that he had been conned into marrying the wrong woman…and off he went cavorting with the sister.Not the best move in the world, I can tell you, for when the auld hag discovered what was afoot, there was a fury on her. Nothing would satisfy her till she had it out with your man.. She ranted and raved like a bean sí, and next thing she took off after him. Let me tell you, himself didn't hang around. Given the knowledge that he was in imminent danger, the man took to his heels and made straight for the River Funchion. Well if he did, the hag was after him like a March hare. Down the hill Magh Ruith bounded, and the wife in hot pursuit. Twas a sight to behold, the two of them. She was fast, but let me tell you, he was faster and being fleet of foot Magh Ruíth reached the river first and he was half way across when the wife arrived on. There was a steam on her and her puffing and panting, but begore she assessed her situation well, and there and then she lifted up a boulder the size of a meteor, and she flung it with all her might at your man. Down he went like a stone, pinned to the bottom of the river, and try as he might there was no return for the poor man. There he stopped until the last remaining breath passed from him.