He set off across the island and came to her little house and leaned his staff against her low door and went in. There was peat burning in her hearth, … [Read more...] about The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 6
The Woman Who Was Loved by Death
The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 5
Nonetheless, he came back when the bracken was brown again, and again the year after that, and one more after that—three times he came back, and each … [Read more...] about The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 5
The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 4
Death leaned his staff against her low door and went in, and she was there, more beautiful than before, and he felt her love as a blow inside his … [Read more...] about The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 4
The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 3
“I am Death,” he said, “and my touch kills.” He started to walk away. “Where are you going?” she … [Read more...] about The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 3
The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 2
When the slaughter was over, the Cruithni took the women who were still alive and went away. The young woman came out of her hiding-place and looked … [Read more...] about The Woman Who Was Loved By Death, Day 2
The Woman Who Was Loved by Death, Day 1
Once on the Isle of Mull, before there was a kingdom of Scotland or a kingdom of the Dalreada, before Gaelic was spoken or the People had iron, there … [Read more...] about The Woman Who Was Loved by Death, Day 1