#Celtic #MythologyMonday: #Leborcham had unsuccessfully tried to warn #Deirdre to leave #Ireland after she and her lover had been tricked into returning from their Scottish exile. Thus she went to #Conchobar and told him that her hard life in the wilderness had destroyed Deirdre’s beauty, although she remained as radiant as ever. Alas for the girl, the king chanced to see her again and so realized Leborcham’s deceit.
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`

As she neared the end of her maidenhood, #Deirdre saw a raven fly down to drink the blood of a calf spilled on snow. She turned to #Leborcham and whispered that she would love a man with skin that white, lips that red, hair that black. Leborcham knew immediately who was her fated partner: Conchobar’s nephew #Noísiu, son of the warrior Uisneach. So she arranged, despite her promise to the king, that the two young people should meet. Instantly they fell in love.
Source: P. Monaghan `Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore`
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RT @jimfitzpatrick
@fhayesmccoy Purple one was Deirdre of the Sorrows. Here it is.
https://twitter.com/jimfitzpatrick/status/926881049040302080