Tales From Avator
The Birth of the Grandson of the Dagda
Fergus' Tale, page 3
"Do not be so quick to strike, Joseph. The pains of the child and mother have summoned us. We have come to see the birth of the Savior of Man."
Joseph was held frozen to the ground, unable to move forward or strike.
"Turn around Joseph and approach us. We mean you no harm. You are a valued guest here. Lugh sent his most favored druids to receive you. Come and dine with us Joseph Mac Dagda. It is time you returned home."
Joseph turned to face Badb Catha, Macha, and Dadanna standing in the doorway. In Badb Catha's hands was a large black cauldron, which would heal any injured warrior placed within, even those at death's gate. Macha carried in her arms the dreaded Gae Bolga, a deadly weapon indeed. Dadanna carried within her open hand fifty of the finest cattle seen to man. He looked past the three to see the shore, but instead of the ocean behind them, the door opened into a large hall. As he looked into the hall, the newborn child began to cry.
As the cries echoed through the hall, the Tuatha De Danann began entering the small room. Those who came to celebrate the birth of the Savior are as follows; Dagda - father of the gods and men, Dadanna - Great Goddess, Macha - Mother Death and a goddess of war, Badb Catha - sister of Macha and a goddess of war, Beli Mawr - Sun and Fire god, Cernowain - god of the Underworld, Lugh - god of the Sun and war, Manawydan Ap Llyr - god of the sea and water, Scathach - Underworld goddess of the land of Scath, Grianainech - champion of the Tuatha, Brig - daughter of the Dagda, Boannan - goddess of the river Boyne, Oengus Mac Oc - son of the Dagda and Boannan, Dian Cecht - physician/magician of the Tuatha, Gofannon, Luchtaine, and Credne - the triad of craftsmen of the Tuatha, Flidais - goddess of forests, woodlands and all wild things, The Morrigu - supreme goddess of war, Llud Llaw Ereint, Tephi, and many others. They all approached the child, placing their tributes on the floor before the Savior.
As soon as the tributes were presented, Dian Cecht began healing the frail bleeding Mary. Joseph ran to his daughter, holding her head to his chest, tears forming in his eyes.
"Do not cry, father. I have been healed and will gain my strength back in a week's time. This is not a time of sorrow, but a time of great celebration. Today is the birth of the Savior of Man. It was I who he chose as his mother. Any suffering I have endured is now forgotten."
"But I have lost my sons, my fields, and who knows what has happened to our home while I am away?" sighed Joseph.
