Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 16:34:21 +0200 (CEST)
From: ARTFITZ <artfitz@orange.fr>
Subject: The druid chapter 13

Stefan and Owen knew that something was up, the Druid was walking faster
than they were. It was strange to see him rushing along with his long white
hair flowing behind him. He was full of surprises this man. A druid was
supposed to be a priest, interested in the spiritual but this man was also
an ambassador for his king, sometimes a magician, a doctor and
teacher. What was to happen next proved also that he was a warrior.

The trio reached a hill overlooking a valley in which they saw two lines of
warriors lined up facing each other. They stood still for a while examining
the scene in detail. The lines of warriors were silently staring each other
down. Completely naked as tradition required, they carried their swords and
shields and waiting for the signal to start their fight. Owen turned to the
others and said that the men who were coloured in blue wode and highly
tattooed belonged to the tribe of Lorcan the Long Hand and were mighty
warriors skilled in battle. Facing them and equally fierce looking was the
clan of the O' Doherty of Glenconnor.

There was a long standing feud between these two families going back into
the distant past, so long ago that only the ollamhs of each tribe knew the
details but both families understood that honour was at stake and that the
ancient wrong had to be righted.

The Druid called out in his strong masculine voice, a sound that sent
shivers running down the backs of the two boys and also affected the two
opposing armies to the extent that they both dropped their swords and
looked towards the source of the timely intervention. The two chieftains
moved towards the arriving druid and both bowed. They were red and
obviously embarrassed to be in the harsh eye of such a powerful man. Both
men knew of the druid and had met him during the tailteann games celebrated
each year at the great hill of Tara.

Like school boys they both started to talk at the same time, neither ceding
to the other in the tirade of words which flowed like a mountain stream
over the rocks. The druid let them continue for a while and then raised his
baton and place it between them both. The stepped back a pace each from the
other and became silent if not pacified. Their wild faces hard and their
hair and plated beards trembling as they fumed and looked at each other
with murder in their eyes.

'Once again', the druid said, in a quiet voice which had iron hidden in the
sweet words, 'once again the two great clans of this valley are letting
blood and sweat for the ancient wrongs. When will this stop, when will you
two great chieftains lead your people into a peace that lasts for
generations and allows the wealth of your two families to grow and your
lands to prosper without the constant flow of blood to quench the thirst of
this horrible monster which has embroiled your two families for so long. I
insist that the matter is settled here and now, or I will call down the
curse of the Dagda on both your heads'.

The two chieftains were both at the point of exploding into another
diatribe when the druid held up his staff and menacingly looked them both
in the eyes. They looked towards their feet. ' I will not allow any more
blood to be spilled on this field of battle than is necessary to settle
this row for once and for all.'

The druid lifted his staff and planted it with such strength that the
ground shook and sent waves of power through the opposing armies, some of
whom stumbled and fell to the ground. Both chieftains cowered back at this
manifestation of power. The trees shook and leaves fell while the birds
took flight and made a great noise. The clouds gathered overhead and the
sun was darkened by the veil. The skies thundered and lightening forked
above. The stench of fear moved through the gathering.

The druid looked deeply into the chieftains fearful eyes and spoke. 'I will
not have you two fighting each other, and the only way I see a way out is
that I shall fight the two of you at the same time and if I beat you you
must agree to my 'Geasa' without question.' The Geasa was a unbreakable
oath to do what was order by the person who made it. No one in the country
would dream of ever breaking his word and would suffer the utmost ignominy
if they did. Both chieftains looked at each other and at the druid. They
were old but strong and thought they would be a match for the old
druid. Both men agreed.

Stefan was beckoned forward by his master who held out his arms so that he
could be undressed by his boy. He moved swiftly removing the druids white
tunic and revealing his beautiful white body and muscled frame. The druid
stepped out of his tunic and moved away, looking to the sky and muttering a
prayer. A great falcon descended from the sky and landed gently on the old
man's shoulder. The chiefs backed away in fear. The men in both armies
looked on in amazement as the bird spread his wings and settled on the
druids shoulder without scratching it with his mighty talons.

The druid looked at the two chiefs and asked if they wished to fight him
separately or together. The men stifled a laugh and looked at each
other. Their was no question in the druids mind. He choose to take the
sword from the outstretched hands of Stefan and placed himself in the
position of defence before the two hardened warriors. His toned muscles
were hard and ready as he awaited the lunge of the two naked men. Both
attacked at the same time. The druid deflected the first blow and turned
with great speed as the falcon as the falcon settled on an nearby branch
and watched the proceedings. Stefan's heart was pounding as he watched his
master showing a dexterity which was not normal for his years. The heat of
the battle was intense and steam began to rise from the sweating bodies of
the three men. The three men became erect with the fighting as the fever of
the struggle grabbed them. The men watched in wonderment and each and
everyone of them became excited at the fight. Blood flowed from wounds on
all three as the sweat and blood covered each man until the became bright
red. The slid around slipping on the humid blood covered grass and pushed
against each other with great force.

The druid never seemed to tire of the fight which could not be said for his
rivals. He was drawing from the great force of the Dagda as light began to
shine through the blood a sweat on his body. The fight had been going on
now for at least an hour and the men sat on the grass leaving their arms
and just wondering at the great clash of arms they were viewing. All
hardened warriors they had never seen such a fight. The opponents were lost
in a swirl of action as they intertwined in each others limbs in a dance of
blood and effort. Their manhoods touching and sliding against each other as
they fought. The excitement was great and many men were masturbating as
they heart the great clash of swords and the grunting of labouring
muscles. The crescendo occurred when the druid disarmed the two men within
an instant of each other and sent their swords flying from blood slippery
hands into the air.

The two chieftains were breathless and held their necks out to be
slaughtered. The druid thrust his sword into the ground between them both,
turned on his heals and walked to the centre of the battlefield. He stood
erect his cock in full passion and he shouted out to all who could hear.

'People of the two tribes of this tortured valley it is my command and my
Geasa that each of you from the most humble to the greatest should prepare
your eldest sons and your eldest daughters to be united by me in marriage
this very night. I will join them together tomorrow morning at sunrise on
this bloody battlefield and you will never raise up arms against each other
from this day forward.

The Falcon flew down and landed again on the druids shoulder stretched his
wings and cried in a great voice which echoed in the valley and the
forest. The skies cleared and the sun shone on the face of the druid and
filled his whole beautiful body with light as he folder his arms and turned
to look at Stefan who was already racing towards him with a clean linen
cloth to wash his body of the blood and sweat which was encrusting him. The
men of both armies and their chieftains turned and moved towards their
respective Raths to go about preparing for the biggest wedding feast in the
history of Ireland. Both asked the druid to accept the hospitality of their
homes but he refused saying he would join them both when the unity of the
whole valley was secured at sunrise the next day.

Stefan and Owen prepared a shelter for the evening as the druid went and
washed himself in the purifying spring water of the valley. Owen set a fire
and prepared a meal for the three of them. After the food was consumed they
both beaconed the druid to come and rest between their two warming bodies
for the night. The druid slept as the two boys held him gently in their
strong arms and protected him from the damp evening air of the valley. Both
boys full of a most splendid feeling of holding a precious and beautiful
man in their arms.