The Secret Chronicle of Oisin [An Alternative Mythology] [NOOK Book]


Irish hero Oisin travels to the Land of Youth with Princess Naomh to enjoy its pleasures, but after three years revisits home to find that three hundred years have passed in Erin Shocked, he ignores a warning not to leave the magical chariot conveying him, as a result of which it disappears leaving him trapped. But is there a hidden agenda at work" Why is he sent to Hyperborea. searching for a weapon against Death' What is Death doing in the Land of Youth" This Chronicle raises questions provides answers taking ...
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The Secret Chronicle of Oisin [An Alternative Mythology]

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Irish hero Oisin travels to the Land of Youth with Princess Naomh to enjoy its pleasures, but after three years revisits home to find that three hundred years have passed in Erin Shocked, he ignores a warning not to leave the magical chariot conveying him, as a result of which it disappears leaving him trapped. But is there a hidden agenda at work" Why is he sent to Hyperborea. searching for a weapon against Death' What is Death doing in the Land of Youth" This Chronicle raises questions provides answers taking Oisin through danger, sacrifice and transformation, half revealing a secret as the lovers challenge Death in a tale uniting myth with fantasy. Since much of this book is set in an alternative world, it constitutes a fantasy. However, it is called an alternative mythology because it takes as its starting point a real myth, and adds to that. The story of Oisin's journey to Tyr n'a n'Og, the land of Eternal Youth, in the company of Naomh is one of the great Irish myths. It personifies the quest for physical immortality in much the same way as do stories of the Fountain of Youth, and the Elixir of Life. What I have done is to cut the story open in the middle, by sending Oisin on a quest to obtain the secret by which Tyr n'a n'Og can be saved, when the land itself is threatened by a personified form of Death. The tale rejoins the original myth with Oisin's return to Ireland, but a different interpretation is put on this part of the myth, and a different agenda proposed for his actions.
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Product Details

  • BN ID: 2940000097861
  • Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing
  • Publication date: 3/23/2006
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • File size: 562 KB

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Chapter One - The Coming of Naomh

Oisin reined in his horse, shielding strained eyes against early morning light flaring off the whitened-to-burning, steel colored surface of Lough Lean, before shifting his gaze to wave smothers of bright, fresh, variegated green rolling away downhill slopes to the shore. Spring has broken winter's grip at last… he reflected, as every leaf, blade, and frond mirroring a night's rain splintered the light into scatterings of gold/white gems. Oisin sighed, and his horse stamped, tossing his head, catching his master's restless mood. Why am I thus? Why is my sleep disturbed? Hunting is a favorite pastime, and the Fianna's spring chase a thing to be anticipated, so whence comes the foreboding… this abandonment of the hunt to my brothers…?

Voices of hounds and horn were indeed becoming more distant as the Fianna hunted between spring green forest and sandy foreshore, leaving Oisin like a piece of tide-abandoned driftwood. Yet he was not quite alone, his father Finn, and son Osca having stayed with him, letting the hunt go its way-their horns silent, horses restlessly idle.

"What ails you, my son? You have not been yourself since sunup."

Oisin felt his father's firm hand on his left shoulder, and turned to look at him. Finn MacCool, despite his muscular strength and upright carriage, was showing his age. The once fair hair that had engendered the nickname 'Finn' was now silver white, sheened over in dawn's light, and his weathered face lined. Yet his manner was brisk and decisive as ever.

Oisin didn't answer immediately, turning instead to look out over the Lough. The sky wascloudless but lightly hazed over. In the strengthening light, it shaded subtly from pearly white to pale blue. The distant mountains brooded, blue/gray with a hint of mauve, almost like a darkened and solidified extension of the sky. The honking call of a bittern from a clump of reeds briefly interrupted the silence, rolling over land and water in the wake of the retreating hunt.

"I am not myself," said Oisin eventually, in answer to his father's patient query. "Since last nightfall I have endured a foreboding of change…of the imminent onset of something I do not yet understand. Of danger, yet also of a disturbing pleasure."

Finn looked at his son with understanding -

"Aye son, I understand you. I too have felt ill at ease, though I would have said nothing had you not spoken. It is sad that we have less to say to one another than we once did."

"We all know why that is."

The two turned sharply to look at Osca, who had spoken for the first time. The young man was black haired like his father, but shorter and slimmer in build, more like his grandmother-Finn's first wife, Saba, who had been one of the fairy kind.

"I am sorry," said the young man, reading the pain and leashed anger in his grandfather's look. "I spoke out of turn. Forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," said Finn dully, letting the matter drop. But there was, and all three knew it. It was the matter of Diarmid and Grania that blighted their relationship-that tragic chain of events about which they were unwilling to speak.

Diarmid had been one of the greatest warriors of the Fianna, with whom they had shared such comradeship as is known only by those who have risked their lives together, standing shoulder to shoulder in battle. A comradeship that stood firm until Grania, daughter of Cormac Mac Art the High King, changed it forever. She'd been pledged to Finn as his wife after the death of Saba, and had put Diarmid under a geise, eloping with him. In the bitter time that followed, many died as Finn tried to execute vengeance on his erstwhile brother in arms. In this he failed, and eventually a peace of sorts was made.

Yet Diarmid was now dead-killed on a hunt by the Wild Boar of Ben Bulben-because Finn, who had the magical power of saving an injured person by giving water from his cupped hands, had failed to act. Still so unforgiving was he at heart.

There had been a spring nearby.

Now this death stood amongst the three of them, because Diarmid had also been Osca's closest friend…

"What is that out on the Lough… a light that is not the sun?" asked Osca, suddenly cutting across their thoughts. "Let us go and see." So they rode down the forest track, through dappled green shade to the quiet shore.

As the sun rose higher, and a greater clarity hardened the foreground of the landscape, the light flare off the water's surface became less dazzling. They saw, beyond the emerald green island of Innisfallen, a pattern of moving light. They were conscious of a shimmering in the air, a faint humming sound, and a gathering sense of anticipation. Their eyes turned first to the island, from which sound and shimmer seemed to emanate, before realizing that it was not the source of this approaching strangeness. Something was emerging, as if from behind the island…now between it and the shore. Moving, gliding inexorably towards them, a thing of golden light. They were becoming afraid, but being warriors of the Fianna they could not take flight. So they waited, curbing the restlessness of horses that had caught some of their unspoken fear, until they could divine what it was that drew near with such subtle, yet purposeful inevitability.

Yet the three men did not see alike, but each according to his psychic capacity. Osca saw a great white, winged horse with a golden mane surrounded by a nimbus of light, ridden by a tall, miraculously beautiful woman. Her flowing hair shone gold as the afternoon sun dropping into evening. Finn saw less clearly-only a great haze of light, with impressions of things moving within it. Oisin saw most sharply of all. His vision was of a chariot of light, drawn by two white horses, their plaited manes shining like silver threads. And for him, as for Osca, there was a beautiful golden-haired woman. But not riding, standing rather in the chariot, holding the reins.

The magical chariot glided unhurriedly shoreward, coming to rest on the sands about twenty paces from where they waited, wonderingly. By this time, Osca and Finn could both see, like Oisin, that it was indeed a chariot. And a solid one at that, though whether made of wood or gilded metal they could not tell.

Copyright © 2006 Adrian Rogers

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