Lesson under an Oak Tree (p.010)

Druidic teaching for young Celts

Time for me to shut up. There's enough text on this page. By the way, there's a famous quotation in this page from one of the scriptwriter's favorite authors. First one to notice it earns himself a Celtic Kiss (whatever that may be)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Foreword to Volume 1 : Emain Macha (p.011)
Foreword to Volume 1 : Emain Macha (p.011)
 

Time for me to shut up. There's enough text on this page. By the way, there's a famous quotation in this page from one of the scriptwriter's favorite authors. First one to notice it earns himself a Celtic Kiss (whatever that may be)

Cathbad (VO)Why am I to tell you what I know ? Some amongst you have been listening to me for more than five years. You already know. But what about you, my young wild boars in the front row, I'd like you to tell me what you think about that.

Cathbad (VO)Did I make up all those stories ? I, Cathbad ? Certainly not, for our ancestors have passed them on to me. I'm not making anything up,... I only just try to explain what I have understood since the time when I learnt them from another wild boar, who was old when I was young. If these stories survive men and women of Ireland, wouldn't it be because stories are stronger than They are ?

Cathbad (VO)I'm about to reveal something important to you. So hear me, hear me very well...

Cathbad (VO)One believes that stories are exemplary, hence they last. But examples change and all things true in Ulster, are they so in Connacht ? All things true on the Irish ground, are they so on the vast lands of the Gauls ?

Cathbad (VO)No they're not.

Cathbad (VO)Stories are bonding things. their two ends, the beginning and the end, have to join, as do the two ends of a rope when tying a knot. Stories, all stories hear me, belong to the Binding One, to Labraid the eloquent, Celtchard the cunning, or Elcmar, or Oghme, whose names are as numerous as the links springing from his mouth to Pierce our Ears. I won't ever mention those names again, and neither should you.

Cathbad (VO)I do not intend to Bind you in the way the Binding one would. your parents didn't place you under my Protection. they sent you for me to teach you the stories of Ireland.

Cathbad (VO)Well, well, well... what shall we begin with, little ones,... Do you have any idea on that matter ?

Cathbad (VO)Come on, don't be shy...

Cathbad (VO)Yes, Setanta ?

 

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Lesson under an Oak Tree
Druidic teaching for young Celts
Time for me to shut up. There's enough text on this page. By the way, there's a famous quotation in this page from one of the scriptwriter's favorite authors. First one to notice it earns himself a Celtic Kiss (whatever that may be)
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Why am I to tell you what I know ? Some amongst you have been listening to me for more than five years. You already know. But what about you, my young wild boars in the front row, I'd like you to tell me what you think about that.

Did I make up all those stories ? I, Cathbad ? Certainly not, for our ancestors have passed them on to me. I'm not making anything up,... I only just try to explain what I have understood since the time when I learnt them from another wild boar, who was old when I was young. If these stories survive men and women of Ireland, wouldn't it be because stories are stronger than They are ?

I'm about to reveal something important to you. So hear me, hear me very well...

One believes that stories are exemplary, hence they last. But examples change and all things true in Ulster, are they so in Connacht ? All things true on the Irish ground, are they so on the vast lands of the Gauls ?

No they're not.

Stories are bonding things. their two ends, the beginning and the end, have to join, as do the two ends of a rope when tying a knot. Stories, all stories hear me, belong to the Binding One, to Labraid the eloquent, Celtchard the cunning, or Elcmar, or Oghme, whose names are as numerous as the links springing from his mouth to Pierce our Ears. I won't ever mention those names again, and neither should you.

I do not intend to Bind you in the way the Binding one would. your parents didn't place you under my Protection. they sent you for me to teach you the stories of Ireland.

Well, well, well... what shall we begin with, little ones,... Do you have any idea on that matter ?

Come on, don't be shy...

Yes, Setanta ?

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