http://thetales.com en-us http://thetales.com N/A edy@edyonline.net Thu, 09 Sep 2010 06:26:51 EDT 20 http://thetales.com/articles/65/1/The-Wooing-of-Becfola We do not know where Becfola came from. Nor do we know for certain where she went to. We do not even know her real name, for the name Becfola, "Dowerless" or "Small-dowered," was given to her as a nickname. This only is certain, that she disappeared from the world we know of, and that she went to a realm where even conjecture may not follow her. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/64/1/The-Four-White-Swans In the days of long ago there lived in the Green Isle of Erin a race of brave men and fair women--the race of the Dedannans. North, south, east, and west did this noble people dwell, doing homage to many chiefs. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/63/1/The-Storyteller-at-Fault At the time when the Tuatha De Dannan held the sovereignty of Ireland, there reigned in Leinster a king, who was remarkably fond of hearing stories. Like the other princes and chieftains of the island, he had a favourite storyteller, who held a large estate from his Majesty, on condition of telling him a new story every night of his life, before he went to sleep. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/62/1/Hudden-and-Dudden-and-Donald-O%26%2339%3BNeary There was once upon a time two farmers, and their names were Hudden and Dudden. They had poultry in their yards, sheep on the uplands, and scores of cattle in the meadow-land alongside the river. But for all that they weren't happy. For just between their two farms there lived a poor man by the name of Donald O'Neary. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/61/1/The-Story-of-Deirdre There was a man in Ireland once who was called Malcolm Harper. The man was a right good man, and he had a goodly share of this world's goods. He had a wife, but no family. What did Malcolm hear but that a soothsayer had come home to the place, and as the man was a right good man, he wished that the soothsayer might come near them. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/60/1/A-Legend-of-Knockmany What Irish man, woman, or child has not heard of the great and glorious Fin M'Coul? Not one, from Cape Clear to the Giant's Causeway, nor from that back again to Cape Clear. And, by-the-way, speaking of the Giant's Causeway brings me at once to the beginning of my story. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/59/1/The-Enchanted-Bottle It was in the good days when the little people, most commonly called fairies, were more frequently seen than they are in these unbelieving times, that a farmer, named Mick Purcell, rented a few acres of barren ground in the neighborhood of the once celebrated abbey of Mourne, about thirteen miles from the city of Cork. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST http://thetales.com/articles/58/1/King-Cormac%26%2339%3Bs-Cup King Cormac had faults. They were not what would be faults in you or me, but they were faults in a King. In the first place, he believed every tale that was told him. In the second place, he would give anything he had for anything that was brought to him. Edy Lee Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST