7.
Fateful Parting
CúChulainn remained silently reflective, listening intently while Amergin continued the tale in his distinctive, drawling voice, within the dim and smoky confines of his hut.
‘With a rare fury in my heart I made my way back into Coscrach, clad in the sparse garments of the first unwary bondsman I discovered.’
Already the story had been grisly, full of torture and the hideous ordeal beneath rotting corpses – every aspect of which he had seen, felt and smelled. Amergin did not simply recount his tales as would a normal man. To hear his stories was truly to be transported; to be shown other worlds, realms, pasts and futures. It was not merely through agile word-craft that the sage unravelled his tales, he also brought to bear many arcane druidic techniques of long forg
