Lir, one of the Tuatha De Danann who has become familiar
with the sea (and his son Manannan later even more), already had four children
when he wedded Aoife, the sister of his first wife. He had one daughter,
named Fionuala -the Maid of the Fair Shoulder- and three sons, named Aod,
Fiachra and Conn. Lir intensely loved his children, this made Aoife very
jealous. She wanted him to spend more time with her and less with his children.
Her jealousy grew and the feeling hollowed her out till she could not stand
it anymore. She decided to have the children out of her way, to have them
killed. With this in mind, she went on a trip with the children to the
castle of the neighbouring king, Bov the Red. Accompanied by some attendants,
they arrived at Lake Derryveragh, Westmeath. Aoife had hoped that the attendants
would have helped her, but they refused and so, Aoife decided to make an
end to the cause of her mysery herself. But then her womanhood overcame
her and she did not kill the innocent children but used her magic to change
them into four snowwhite swans. Together with that, she laid on them the
following curse: they had to remain 300 years in the waters of Lake Derryvarragh,
300 years on the Straits of Moyle (between Ireland and Scotland) and another
300 years on the Atlantic, near Ennis and Inishglory. The spell would not
be broken, untill the woman of the south mated the man of the north.
When Aoife returned to Bov’s castle without the children,
the crime was soon discovered, and she was turned into a demon of the air
by Bov the Red, and flew away shrieking. Lir and Bov now searched the children,
and finally found them at Lake Derryvaragh. The children were transformed
into swans, but still were able to speak and they still posessed the gift
of music, like many of the Tuatha De Danann. During the 300 years on Lake
Derryvaragh, they would speak with other of the Tuatha De, and when they
sang, all of the Tuatha De that were near, listened and fell silent for
the beauty and sadness of their song. During the time they were at Lake
Derryvaragh, there was peace on the land.
But time passed, and when 300 years had gone through the
cicle of months, the children had to leave the peaceful lake and go to
the Straits of Moyle. There, they knew many times of hardship and loneliness.
They were forbidden to land and were drifted apart by stormes, and soaked
by heavy rains. In the winters their feathers would freeze. The only way
to get warm in the winters was to be very close to each other, and Fionuala
cared for her brothers as a mother, and she would spread her wings tenderly
over her younger brothers. In Fionuala’s words:
And when another 300 years had passed, they went to the
Atlantic, near Erris and Innishglory. Their they also knew hardship. A
Milesian farmer saw them, and slowly gained their friendship and trust.
He cared for them and listened to their story. He is said to have it written
down.
The children of Lir were unaware of the changes that had happened since
the coming of the Milesians, into Ireland, while they were in the Straits
of Moyle. So when the last threehundred years had passed, they tried to
return to the palace of their father, at the Hill of the White Field, Armagh.
But they only saw green mounds where once had been their home. It still
was there, but the children were unable to see it, because it was not their
destiny to return to the Land of Youth.
On Erris Bay, they heard the sound of a Christian bell,
which they found at first sound thin and dreadful. They found a christian
hermit, who had made himself at home near,and befriend him. He told to
them about God the Father and Heaven, and the swans listened to him and
sang the offices of the Church.
Now it happened that a woman named Deoca of Munster married to Lairgnen
of Connacht, and she had heard of the famous singing swans. She asked Lairgnen
to bring these famous swans as a wedding gift, and Lairgnen took the swans
with him. This is their last trial.
When brought before Deoca, the swans immediately changed into four
old and snowy haired humans, who were to die soon. The hermit baptises
them.
‘Lay us in one grave,’ Fionuala said, ’with Conn at my
right hand and Fiachra at my left, and Hugh before my face, like in the
many long and cold winters we spent together.’ They were burried and went
to heaven, and the hermit mourned for them untill he died.
*Celtic -myths and legends- by T. W. Rolleston
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