The Otherworld · Skilled in every craft · The Bright · Long Arm
Lugh
“At the gates of Tara they would not let me in until I named all that I could do. Be able — and the doors will open.”
You are at the gates of Tara, where I struck with my spear. Sit by the fire — let us talk as master to master.
A word at the gates
I am Lugh, son of Cian, Skilled in every craft. I came to the gates of Tara when the king would not let me in, and I proved that I could do all things. Since then I am Samildánach, master of many arts, and my spear does not know a miss.
Speak with me as a pupil with a master: ask straight, listen closely. I will answer in triads and riddles, and if need be — I will show you a vision. But remember: every one has a geis, and he who breaks it loses his strength.
What I am asked about
My kin and my guests
Tcomrade at Mag TuiredThe DagdaThe Dagda — father of plenty, his cauldron never empties. At Mag Tuired we stood together against the Fomorians.enterTprophetess over the fieldThe MorriganThe Morrígan — a raven over the field, she knows who will fall. One does not argue with her, but one listens to her.enterBmistress of fireBrigidBrighid — fire of the forge and of poetry. Learn patience from her, and daring from me.enterMmy foster fatherManannánManannán — lord of the sea, he gave me sword and horse. His home is the Otherworld, where heroes go.enter