Tales From Avator
The Birth of the Grandson of the Dagda
Fergus' Tale, page 2
The birds began to take to the air, circling his home. Joseph turned to the door, watching the birds.
"How is it that ..." Joseph started to say as he turned around, but the stranger had already gone.
South the birds flew with Joseph in pursuit. In the morning, when his horse was strongest, the birds flew long and hard. But in the evening, when the horse began to tire, the flock slowed it's pace, not wanting to loose the chariot and it's driver. When the horse needed rest, the birds would settle off to the side of the road and wait until joseph was ready to continue. For four days the pursuit continued until all reached the ocean's edge. Although Joseph was well-traveled, he knew not where he was, for a great mist had begun covering the countryside two days into his chase.
Climbing off his chariot, Joseph advanced to the water's edge. The salt stung at his lips as he moistened his throat. He had not planned on being gone for so long, having brought enough food and water for only two days. His stomach growled. He knew he needed food, but only the birds had he seen for the ride. He turned to find a house sitting on a high ledge overlooking the water. Startled, he climbed the rocks to the door. The house was a small wooden structure, with no windows to see into.
"You have arrived to take me home," came a familiar voice from inside.
The door opened slowly inward, making not a sound. In the center of the room stood a single ivory throne, ten feet tall. Within the throne were carved the stories of all that had been born and all that had died. Surrounding the throne were piles of treasures brought in tribute. Upon the throne sat Mary, her face strained with pain, her stomach swollen with child, her eyes blazing with green fire.
"Move aside father, I have waited nine months for the birds to return."
"But that is not so, daughter. You have been gone just over two weeks, no more."
"Father, you are not in Ulster anymore. You have been allowed to pass through on my account only. I have been waiting for nine months and I can not wait any longer. Move aside."
Joseph stepped aside, allowing the birds entrance. They quickly engulfed Mary, digging their beaks deep into her stomach. Joseph stood motionless, lost in shock, as Mary's blood changed the bright emerald green of the bird's feathers to bright red. It wasn't until Mary screamed that Joseph regained his senses. Horrified, he unsheathed his sword and ran to the center of the room, poised to strike.
