Legends & Lore: Ireland’s Folks Tales (Audiobook)
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King of the Leprechauns. One cold, bitter night when the stars were hard and sharp and brilliant, spelling out their patterns across the skies. The small folk came to the land of Erin in the metal ships of the two had the Dannon as humans measure time. That was many thousands of years ago, though the small folk are long lived, and so it may seem like less time to them. This is the storey of their coming on Dove, the next great king of the leprechauns, the leper Khan's came to the tiny island that would one day become the land of Aaron. When the world was young, they had travelled across the vast western sea from the land of the dead Don and folk, which they had been forced to flee. When the ground started shifting and moving in a single night, the mountains had spot fire and churning mud had burst up from the seabed with seas had risen on, the waters had turned to boiling. Many of the dead Dannon folk believed that they had angered their terrible goddess, the Lady Danu, But no one knew how or why. The small folk who knew the ways of the wind and waves, the patterns of the Earth and rivers knew that the island of the dead Dannon, was threatened with destruction. And so while others huddled in their cellars and temples, praying to their goddess, the leper cons had loaded up the huge metal ships with goods and tools with sacks of grain, dried meat and hard bread with healing herbs and the seeds of rare trees and bushes and a few of the ancient books and charts of the Dannon. And they sailed away just in time on the morning of the fifth day since they had sailed from the I Love That Donna Nile, the king of the leper Khan's, called his sons together. The king was the oldest of the small folk. Some even said he was the oldest creature in the world, that he had walked the world in the time of dragons. Before the first humans had appeared, he was taller than most of the small folk. His back was straight. His hair and beard were snow white, and only his face, which was a mass of wrinkles, betrayed his great age. The king had two sons, but they were half brothers who looked nothing alike. One was named Gila, whose mother had been from the Fear Daric, the red folk tribe. He was small and red faced, with a large, bulbous nose and a mass of red hair and freckles. His clothing was of differing shades of red and bronze, and his temper was Justus fierce. And then there was shame. Miss Bond. His mother had been Niles second wife, and she had been from the leper con tribe, which made shame us, a full blooded leper con, shameless, was tall and thin with coal black hair when shameless and Giller were called. Their father was standing in the prow of the boat, his left arm wrapped around the neck of the huge dragon shaped figurehead, his right hand shading his eyes. He peered through the shifting clouds of fog and dust that had surrounded the ship since they had left. The Donna Nile shame is stood on his father's right hand side, while Gila took up the position on his left without looking at either of them. Niles spoke very softly. We must find land soon. Her supplies cannot last much longer. He suddenly turned around and leaned with his back against the figurehead, his arms folded across his barrel chest. He looked at each of the boys in turn. When he spoke again, his voice was low and serious. You know that there will come a day when I will leave this world and go on the last great journey that every living creature makes. I am no longer young. On that day draws ever nearer. I must choose a successor. I must decide which one of you will be king off the small folk king of the leprechauns. I am the first born, Gila said immediately. Nile nodded. You are, but you are not pure blooded, leper con on While shameless Bonnie's he is the second born. If the truth is to be told, then neither of you can claim kingship. However, I have reached a decision. What sort of decision? Shame is ask quietly. He was aware that his half brother was glowering of him, his face becoming redder and redder. Gilo was two years older than shame us, and there was little brotherly love between them.