Manannan mac Lir: God of storms, sea & Navigation (stormyblueeyes) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2013-09-28 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~manannan, ~rosmerta |
Seas Best Not Navigated (Tag: Rosmerta)
Manannan, a Thírna nan cheó (Manannan, Lord of Mist)
éist le ár ghuí agus osclaím nan n-geatai bíseanna (Hear our prayer and open the Spiraled Gate.)
Manannan, a Loingseoir Mhór (Manannan, Great Navigator)
Stiúradh sinn, (Steer us,)
Más é do thoil é, spré do clóca-cheó (If it please you, spread your mist-cloak)
agus beir gach a Tír na n-Óg. (and bear away each to Tir na n-Óg.)
Bloody mortals. Bloody stupid, power-hungry, increasingly foolhardy mortals.
The seas and the land had been echoing with the death chants of the land of Eire all night, and the great Ferryman of the dead could only ignore the prayers for so long. One foolish Roman general had chosen to set foot on his land, and the people of the Tuatha de Danaan struck back with all the ferocity of a bear. While the general had turned back, choosing instead to write his letters back to his emperor on the other side of the Muir Éireann, the incursion had left Manannan Mac Lir in a foul mood.
The kind of mood maelstroms were made from.
He had taken refuge in one of his small temples by the sea, and watched as the winds kicked up, waves churning as crude ships were turned back and round from their destinations. If he wanted, he could destroy them and send their bodies to the bottom of the brine. But, it would not have sated his anger. There were other gods, equally as frustrated with the turn of events, but they were not the ones who had to hear the prayers of the mourners. Oh, no, they had heard cries for strength, for battle. It was the son of Lir who had heard nothing but the begging of chiefs and peasants alike, wishing that the great Ferryman would take their loved ones to the Otherworld. To his land of Apples. Of milk and honey.
He summoned the Wavesweeper and headed south, away from his isle, to the land of Gaul, and with him came the tempest, the deluge. Storms battered the land, and he watched the Romans flee to their homes. As far as he was concerned, they could all drown.
One did not cross the great lord of the Éireann sea.