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

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 @NeuKelte@twitter.com
#Celtic #FaustianFriday: Conchobar lured #Deirdre and Noísiu back to #Ireland by vowing that he had lost interest in his bride. Despite premonitions of doom, Deirdre reluctantly agreed. Under an ominous blood-red cloud she sailed for Ireland… https://todon.eu/@NeuKelte/109009065456491826