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Legend of Llyafayll
And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out
of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding
itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the
midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the
midst of the fire. (Eziekel 1:4)
- For through the anger of the LORD it came to
pass in J erusalem and J udah, until he had cast
them out from his presence, that Zedekiah rebelled
against the king of Babylon. (2 Kings 24:20)
- And it came to pass in the ninth year of his reign,
in the tenth month, in the tenth day of the month,
that Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came, he,
and all his host, against J erusalem, and pitched
against it; and they built forts against it round
about. (2 Kings 25:1)
- So they took the king, and brought him up to the
king of Babylon to Riblah; and they gave judgment
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upon him. (2 Kings 25:6)
- And they slew the sons of Zedekiah before his
eyes, and put out the eyes of Zedekiah, bound him
with fetters of brass, and carried him to Babylon.(2
Kings 25:7)
- Then Ishmael carried away captive all the residue
of the people that were in Mizpah, even the king's
daughters, and all the people that remained in
Mizpah, whom Nebuzaradan the captain of the
guard had committed to Gedaliah the son of
Ahikam: and Ishmael the son of Nethaniah carried
them away captive, and departed to go over to the
Ammonites. (J eremiah 41:10)
But J ohanan the son of Kareah, and all the
captains of the forces, took all the remnant of
J udah, that were returned from all nations, whither
they had been driven, to dwell in the land of J udah;
Even men, and women, and children, and theking's
daughters, and every person that Nebuzaradan thecaptain of the guard had left with Gedaliah the son
of Ahikam the son of Shaphan, and J eremiah the
prophet, and Baruch the son of Neriah.
So they came into the land of Egypt:
(J eremiah 43:5)
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Legend of Llyafaayll
T A M A I R
TAMAR: Eldest daughter of Zedekiah,
exiled to Egypt (586bce) where "adopted"
by Pharoh and named Tia Tephi (Beloved of
Tephru). Voyages to Ireland to become
queen to Eremon, of the line of Mil. Known
as Tamair in Gaelic, and for whom TARA
(Temair) was named:
"The House of Temair, round which is the
rath, from it was given to each his due;
honour still continues to such as them at the
courts of kings and princes.
Round her house was built a rampart by Tea
daughter of Lughaid; she was buried beyond
the wall without, so that from her is Temairnamed. The Seat of the Kings was its name:
the kingly line of the Mile deSpaigne.
Temair of the cantred, and of the house, without
hurry, without frenzy of heroes, was mother
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of the wealth of every tribe. It was a shield of
lords and chiefs it was a home of heroes,
valiant in fray, Temair free from feeblenessand faintness hides not its glory from
womankind.
The daughter of Pharaoh, with tale of warriors,
Tephi the bright, who used to cross the hill-
slope, framed a stronghold with her staff andwith her brooch she traced it. She gave a
name to her fair stronghold, the king's wife
gracious and lovely: the Rampart of Tephi,
who would affront an army, who would dare
without dread any deedvia mythicalireland.org
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T A R A H I L L
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Though Tara was laid ruin by the Normans in 1172,
beginning 700 years of Occupation, She has lived on in song
and verse as a Symbol of Liberty:
THE HARP THAT ONCETHROUGH TARAS HALLS
--Sir Thomas Mooreca.1767
The Harp that once through Taras HallsThe Soul of Music shed
Now hangs as mute on Taras walls,
As if that Soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So Glorys thrill is oer.
And hearts that once beat high for praise,
Now feels that pulse no more.
No more to Chiefs and Ladies brightThe Harp of Tara swells;
The Chords alone, that Break the Night
Its Tale of Ruin tell.
Thus Freedom now but seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks
To show that she Still Lives.
Old Coat of Arms of Ireland
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In 1843, Daniel O'Connell, M.P., Statesman, and Dublin
Mayor organized large meetings throughout Ireland in
support of Home Rule. The last and largest was on Tara Hill.
London Times estimated a million came. This became knownas the:
August, 1843
But the greatest and most memorable of all the greatmeetings was that at Tara-- on Lady Day in August (1843).To the historic place, crowds had been traveling for days
and nights. Immense were the numbers that arrived at the
Hill overnight. On the hillside were set up six altars, around
which knelt multitudes to hear Mass in the morning. From
day break the unending streams of humanity could be seen,
riding, driving, walking, streaming to it from all points of
the compass, every minute augmenting the Sea of Humanity
that overspread the meeting place.
An army of ten thousand Repeal Cavalry rode out the
Dublin Road to meet O'Connell, and such was the extent
and crush of the great multitude that when they reached
nigh the Hill with him, it took them an hour and a half to
steer him a mile through the living sea. Headed by bands
and banners and marshaled by horsemen, no such gathering
as that at Tara was ever seen before, and may never be seen
again.When his eye swept over that human sea, O'Connell himself
must have marveled at the Spirit that animated the Nation.
"What," he said, "could England effect against such a
people so thoroughly aroused, if, provoked past endurance,
they rose out in rebellion?"from:The Story of the Irish RaceSeamus MacManus, 1921
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Legend of Llyafayll
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The Mighty Gale roared all around like the sound of Thunder,
its fingers grabbing and whistling through the savaged rigging
and tattered remnants of sail, and pasting her soaking, salt-
encrusted cloak to her. She gripped with one hand its rubybrooch, signet of the House of Judah, her birthright, and with
the other the broken mast near the feet of the Old Man, whose
robe and long white hair lashed about in the wind. His eyes
were closed; his voice defiant in the teeth of the gale:
Adonai, Adonai, Adonai!
The turbulent sea rose and fell around them; its mighty
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rollers marching endlessly, relentlessly, driving the tiny
stricken ship ever onward, ever westward. To the north, to
starboard, they could see the Towering Cliffs, their tops
shrouded in clouds, their promise of safety so near and yet so
far as they surged helplessly past. At their westward end, a line
of mighty boulders extend out into the sea, Stone Sentinels of
the Final Chance. For beyond was naught but endless sea. To
the horizon; the end of the world.
We are doomed! cried she, her plaintif lost on the wind.
Fear not replied he, for you are of the Covenant of Adonai;
he will not forsake you. He works in mysterious ways.
Just then, above the roar, came a high-pitched wail, like the cry
of a thousand gulls:
EireeeeEireeeeEireee!
Look! she cried, pointing seaward, The horizon seemed to
rise up and become such a huge wall of wave as to dwarf those
about. Higher and higher it rose and as it bore down upon them,
it blocked out the sky. The tiny ship rose up the face as it
gathered beneath, and perched like a seabird on the white-
capped crest as the wave began to curl. The ship rode the crest
toward the beckoning shore, 'til they could see far below the
now-tiny line of Sentinel Stones like jagged teeth upon which
they would be smashed. She screamed and froze in fear as he
called once again:
Adonai!Adonai!
Again came that wail, that cry on the wind:
EirieeeEirieee.
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A warm gust arose up the tumultuous face and like Unseen
Hands tipped the ship back from that Dire Precipice to slip off
the lee. A Thousand Thunders marked the waves break on
shore; spray and mist rose to the height of the sky. The waters
receded as quick as they came and left the ship foundered,
careened, and broken amongst the outermost stones, the all-
seeing eye on her bow shed a tear.
High on the headlands around a Gold Tree, a dozen small
fellows, dressed shabbily, crouched in a circle, arms interlinked.
No bigger than children, but faces of age, their eyes weresquinted shutand each emitted a low hum. Their leader was
taller and all dressed in green. He perched on a rock and peered
out to the sea. When the spray cleared away and the ship he
could see, It Worked! he cried loudly. They all cried
Hooray!
But quick, lads, look lively, our work's just begun. We've still
got to rescue the
Chosen One. ...
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TEFNU:
The goddess of moisture and clouds, daughter of
Ra, sister and wife of Shu, mother of Geb and Nuit.
Depicted as a woman with the head of a lioness,
which was her sacred animal. The name "Tefnut"
probably derives from the root "teftef", signifying
"to moisten" and the root "nu" meaning "waters,
sky." Her image was combined with Sachmet,
Bastet and Hathor. She was responsible for Order,
Justice, Time, Heaven and Hell, Weather.from: wikipedia
* * * *
Coats of Arms of O'Neill and O'Connor reflect the Leonine
association via Tia Tephi with Tephnut (center)
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TARA BROOCH * TEMPLE OF TEPHI * TAMAIR
COAT OF ARMS OF IRELAND * COUNTY CORK (S.W.COAST)
* * * P R E V I E W * * *
(From: IX: BEYOND THE PALE:)
And?
He turned to his diminutive companion.
I saw she was a rock! he said, and
Yes?
He bent low to the Small Ones ear.
A Power! he whispered.
So now do you understand her destiny?
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Aye, but the firs' t'ing ya gat ta ken about theWee One izzat e HATES water. Water is is Dire Bane as it
confounds with his magick. 'Es a bit unstable anyway and
always running amok so you canna tell if it was goof orprank, and surely, ell never tell ya. Tis best be they a group
for workin spells and, as theyre a tetchy lot, it takes a Sage
Old Elf like Greensea the Twice-Seer, to catch em an keep
his eye upon em.
Sprinkle water on em and their magick aura flutters. Splash
em a bit more and they start to fade. Douse em right
smartly and theyll fairly up an vanish! Bounced right back
to the Sidh, they are, where they sleep for week and wake up
in a fog and get spied by the shefolk who ll put em to
scrubbing a week and a day, or worse, the Queen, and Her
Cave Enhancement, but thats far below and the'll not see
the Moon for a
Month o' Sundays.
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This bit was known by the Folk of Old Times when Wee
Ones were more about than today and their pranks more a
bane than a boon. Twas known should he be freein your
goat or snaggin apples or scones off the sill, that you purelydouse im with a pail of water and shout Get thee Beyond!
and he be Gone in a Wink. (and so came the slogan Beyond
the Pail)
So you know it warent without a good deal of griping and
grousing, with a grand tad of cajolery and beratement from
Old Elf Greensea that the motley band made its way down
the Towering Cliff and out a jagged half-league along the
long finger of rocks until they came out to the wreck.
And you know it warent again without a good deal of
difficult spellwork and sheer blind luck that the rescue was
accomplished, for 'tis Troth that this direct levitation entailsclose proximity to the subject and much concentration, which
as we have said, is upset by the Ocean Spray. Thus was it a
jostled and bruising journey for our unconscious Princess
and her crew to the base of the
Towering Cliff.
Yet no sooner had they finished this daunting task and werejust setting down to rest, than the Old Man, partly rousing
from his slumber, emmitted a rough-hewn cry:
The Stone! he coughed. Save the Stone!
Did he say Stone? asked Greensea, What Stone?
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There was a Stone aboard, skipper. Lashed to the deck.
said Orinn. I had to cut the lash to reach the crew.
He wants the Stone Brought? queried Greensea. It camethis far, it must be important.
Aw, chief, we canna go out there again, 'tis for bane. 'Tis
twice weight a man by the look of it, sir, and for Troth we
canna hold it!"
Old Elf Greensea took thought for a moment.
If its Stone he said, There's another Way.
Link up me lads and follow this Rune!
As they linked up their arms, he began to Chant
In the Olden Tongue, which no Mortal ken,
They hummed along with their eyes tight shuttill softly then louder came sound on the wind:
EirieeEirieee.
And from nowhere it seemed
A Thousand Gulls filled the sky.
Each with a silver thread in its beak,who circled and hovered above the wreck.
As the Old Elf watched and continued his Rune,
from out of the wreck came a great Red Stone,
floating as held by the threads of the birds,
and lifting up over the cliff high above.
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No sooner had it drifted just out of view
than a Great Wave came up and kersplashed our crew.
It just dinna drown them
But as they had feard,It caused them all to disappear.
So there sat our Elf with his unconscious guests,
at the bottom of the
Towering Cliff.
Now how they got up is a Tale as Tallas that Cliff itself
and best saved for Moonfall.
But for Troth they got up it, and we find them there
at rest in the Heather beneath a Gold Tree.
And here is where our Tale beginsof the Coming of Tephi
to the Heart of Erin.
< < END PART 1 > >
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Chapter 1
EXT--CLIFFTOP--CLOSE ON GOLD TREE--DAY
'TWAS the noonday sun dusting down through the leavesof the Gold Tree that danced on her lashes 'til her eyes
blinked open to gaze at the Amber Canopy above.Coming around, she raised her head and gandered about.
Behind her, and beyond the Gold Tree, rose a green-heatherd Hill to the very skyline, dusted with yellow and
red petals. Before her, across the road, the heathdispersed to rocky crags beyond which only sky and seaappear. She could hear the Roar of the Surf far below.
"Where am I?" she cried.
"Well now Princess I really canna say!" came a voice fromthe side. She turned and spied the tousled figure sitting inthe Heath, leaning against the Stone, rubbing his elbow.
"Mayhap It Could be Heaven?"
"Heaven!" she cried in alarm. "Have we died, Baruch?"
"One might suppose, Princess," he said, rubbing his
shoulder. " that such was indeed likely, but I think I seemto actually be all here, albeit (groan) rather (groan)
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achingly (sigh). How about you?"
She reached down and touched her knee. I'm here too."
"So perhaps we can surmise it is not our demise thatdelivers us, thithers us here." said he, as he stretched andbegan to rise. "But we are here indeed and we really must
believe we are very much alive."(Editor note: Apparently, when scribes arrive in Erinne they fancy
themselves poets.)
He turns and shuffles off down across the road towardthe cliff. She jumps up and hurries after, catching up justas he stops near the brink. She grasps his arm."Where are
we?" She asks.
"I can show you where we WERE." He said, raising hisarm to point off to sea. She followed his gesture out tothe end of the long finger of rock far below where shesaw the wreck of a Ship perched among the rocks . She
was astonished.
"Was that our Ship?" She asked.
"Aye. It was." He said.
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How did we get up here?" She asked.
I remember nothing, really. But I thought I had a dreamand in the dream some little old men were gathered below
and I was floating up above them. I remember it beingvery bumpy. Mayhap it was not a dream." he said,
rubbing his aches.
"Aye! So it 'twas your little men, again, then?" Shequeried.
"Twas Adonai, Princess. Mysterious ways, as I
mentioned."
"But Baruch you are wise and must tell me!"
"Sorry princess, I'm a Scribe, not a Magician!... But I thinkwe'll find out any minute now...."
Just then the tinkle of a Bell comes from the road. They
turned to espy two figures coming along up. The first wasa Woodman all dressed in green with an odd shovel over
his shoulder. Behind him, along on a lead, was anincredibly diminutive horse. It was roan in color with agolden mane and fetlocks and was dragging behind it acontraption made of two long poles supporting a widewicker basket. The bell around its neck rang on as the
two approached along the road...
"Hail and Well Met, Woodsman!" Hailed Baruch,stepping into the road. "Can you tell us where we are?"
For Troth" said the woodsman, "'Tis the Kerry Roadwe're on."
"The Kerry Road?"
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"Aye, said the woodsman pointing back the way he'dcome. From Drum Cairk" he points ahead, "to Drum
Kil, by the river Shan."
Baruch looked perplexed. Presently he says But I meanthis Land." Said Baruch. "Is this the Isla Sacra?"
"This Land?" Asked the woodsman scratching his chin."Be for troth, 'Tis Eirie, sir. "Ever been; ever be."
"Eirie?" queried Baruch.
"Aye, for troth." he said. "Eirie it is...Or Innisfail, if youlike. As the old ones said."
"Innisfail?"
"Aye, for troth... tis The Island of Destiny, is as it means.From Before Before."
Baruch looks at Princess. "Island of Destiny?...That'sclose enough, I guess"
Princess spoke.
"Woodsman, we have come from Egypt. Know you ofEgypt?"
"Can't quite say that I have just yetTis far?"
"'Tis far far to the East. We have come in a Ship which isdashed upon the rocks down there," She said, pointing.
"We don't know how we got up here."
He turned to gaze over the cliff and uttered a low whistle.He turned to her. "'Tis Eirie!" he said simply.
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"Eirie?"
"Aye. Tis Eirie, sure, has saved you."
Eirie? But how?"
Canna for Troth be told milass. Mysterious Ways. You'llsee."
She looked perplexed.
Just then the little horse snickered and stamped is hoof.
Tephi steps over to it and strokes it.
"Woodman... What a small pretty horse you have. Whatkind of small horse is it?"
"Shes a Kerry Pony Ma'am. Eirie born and bred. A KerryBog Pony to be exact.
"What name is she?""She's called Lyra, ma'am."
"Lyra?"
"It is the Song."
"The Song?"
"Of Eirie."
Why is she called that?
"She sings."
"The Horse sings?"
"Aye. When Eirie gets her."
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The Kerry Bog Pony
"Hmmm" says Princess, as she turns to gaze up theroad..."Woodman?"
"Ma'am?""Know you of Pharoe?"
"Can't quite say that I have just yet . . .Tis far?""'Tis not a place but a king. Of Egypt. Know you of The
Pyramids?"Of that I have heard. . .'Tis Stone, right?"
"Tis a giant mountain of Stone". The place of Pharoe."she says. "Is there such as that here? In Eirie?
"What look has it, ma'am.""Like this" She says. She draws her brooch from her
sholuder and removes her Cape, laying it on the ground.She kneels and with her brooch draws in the dust:
A Pyramid.Ne'er seen the like, milady, but we've Stones enough
around, you'll think.
"Where are they?""All about, you know. Huge Standing Stones. In Circles.From Before Before.
"Before Before?"
"Aye. Put up by the Ancient Ones, we reckon. SacredPlaces, they are."
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"Have you a Pharoe?" A Ruler?"
"That would be the Ard Ri, the High King, ma'am."
"The High King...And where may we find this HighKing?"
That would be at Tara, milady."
"And Tara is...?"
"Tara is the Heart of Eirie, ma'am. The home of Danu. A
Sacred Place."
"And this High King is there, as well?"
"Aye" 'Tis Eremon that's High King, after Daghda, afterLugh, after Mille d"Espaign."
Tephi looks to Baruch, who shrugs. She turns back and
asks the Woodman "Can you take us there?""Tis Far, milady. Tis over Shan, beyond Connaught. I've
ne'er been but once."
She removes her ruby ring. "If I give you this, will youtake us there?"
"Oye! Such a grand thing as I canna accept! I'd as soon astake you there for naught!"
"Or perhaps some mead?" queries Baruch, bringing aflask from under his cape."
"Well met, milord. And agreed! Lets Be off, then!"
Just then the wind comes up and Lyra raises up her head
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and:
"N-e-i-g-h-r-e-i-e-i-e-a-h-"
"Oh look, Baruch!" exclaims Tamar, jumping in delight."She's singing!"
"Indeed she is, Princess, indeed she is. . .(grimaces)
[CLOSE ON LYRA FADE TO NEXT]
Coming next:
THE RED DEER
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Study Aides:
THE KERRY BOG PONY
Kerry Bog Pony Breed CharacteristicsSize: Evolved as a small draft pony over centuries in the
bogs, averaging 10 to 12 hands on natural habitat.
Some ponies are taller, however, while maintaining
the other breed characteristics.
Color: Usually of solid color, often with white markings;
usual colors are bay, chestnut, black, but also dun,roan, grey, palomino, cremello and white are known
to occur, as well as pinto, tobiano, paint.
Traditionally these little ponies have been used for
bringing out peat, i.e. turf, from the bogs. The original
method of transporting was in baskets placed on
crudely constructed wheel-less slides, which consistedof two shafts made from the holly or birch trees
which grow in the bogs. Later, small wheeled carts
came into use, particularly in the less boggy areas.
The turf was thrown into baskets and transported by
the ponies for use as domestic fuel in houses.
The Kerry Bog Pony was once a commonplace draft
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pony in Ireland. However, by the end of the 18th
century, pony numbers were in decline with many of
these animals being used to support the British
cavalry as pack-horses during the Napoleonic Wars in
Europe. The Famine of 1845 probably contributed to
the decline in pony numbers, as many of the small
farmers who depended on the ponies emigrated or
died.The consolidation of farms in the 1850s along
with the increased used of machinery and stronger,
taller horse breeds, as well as the donkey, for farming
practices also contributed to the decline of the Kerry
Bog Pony. The ponies were left to fend for
themselves on the marginal lands of bogs and
mountains, forgotten and nearly lost forever.
John Mulvihill, of Co. Kerry has tirelessly worked to save
these ponies from extinction. He spent many years
searching his local area, where there was a strong
tradition of Kerry Bog Ponies, for ponies exhibiting the
specific qualities of this rare breed. Through an
extensive breeding program, the once small small
herd is growing in number annually, with
approximately 200 bog ponies today. The breed has
been given the official seal of approval by the Irish
Equine Centre following blood and DNA testing and
the breed has been recognized as the Irish "Heritage
Pony". Official breed registers have been established
in Ireland and in the United States.
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This project began in a dialogue with Ami Cusack of Golden, Colorado about the
ancient origin of Family Cusack (de Cussac) at Killeen, County Meath, Ireland, near Tara,
the ancient Capital and home of the High Kings. In inquiries into the genealogies
extending therefrom, the legend of The Nun of Kenmare burst from the pages with
demand to be told. Framed against the gruesome spectacle of the Great Famine and
the struggle for Independence, it is a tale of rescue, resource, and renown. It is a public
tale, and yet, a private one of a woman of faith who challenged her faith and searched
beyond to find strength in the ancient truths of Erin.
PROLOGUE
Official British records give the number
of Irish Families evicted from 1849 to
1882 as 482,000. (This represents)
"...an appalling total of 3,856,000
creatures cast out to starve or die...""Out of a population of 40 I
found 13 already dead from want.
The survivors were like walking
skeletons; the men gaunt and
haggard, stamped with the livid
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marks of hunger; the children in
pain; the women in some cabins too
weak to stand..."
Englands Parliament would do
nothing to remedy matters. From
1870 through 1876 fourteen attempts
to amend the Land Laws failed...Of
the 49 ameliorative measures offeredin parliament on Ireland's behalf
from 1829 to 1879, five were
withdrawn, seven rejected, 21
dropped, 15 proved abortive, and a
grand total of 1 of the 49 was passed!
from:The Story of the Irish Race; Seamus McManus,1921
"THE NUN OF KENMARE"
In 1874 Margaret Anna Cusack, known as Sister Mary
Francis Claire established the Order of St Joseph of Mercy atKenmare, County Kerry. Daughter of a surgeon, and
granddaughter of the Dean of Medicine at Trinity College, she
and her order provided medical relief in many of the most
impoverished Western Counties for which she became known
as "The Nun of Kenmare." Our story begins with one of her
many arrivals...
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A GALE WIND
Scene 6: (TITLE SCENE): The Rectory:
Cast: Rector; MFC; Old Dan (doorman): (MFC has requested
the Chapel)
R: But Madam! We cannot have all those dying people in the
church! It is a Place of Worship! We have all we can to do to
bury and Commend the score a day who have died.
MFC: Who have died in their fields for lack of shelter!
R: It is not shelter they need, Sister, but food! No amount of
shelter is going to save them if they haven't food. Do you
think we haven't exhausted our stores; that I haven't pleaded
with the Bishop and the Lairds about it? That I haven't truly
mourned those of my own flock who have died? I would that
I could end this bloody famine, but I am not responsible for
it; it is God's Will!
MFC: God's Will is the Covenant and the Protection He
guarantees His flock. An' you know full well 'tis NO GOD
that foments this famine, 'but the policies of the bloodie Land
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Bank to starve them off their lands and steal it for their greed.
R: I am not the Bishop, nor the Archbishop, nor a bloody
Member of Parliament. I cannot change policy any more than
I can God's Will! Take you complaint to them!
MFC: (Turns to window) Aye, but they are far, far away and
who knows where their hands reach. The Dire Consequence
is right here in This Parish and it is right here in This Parish
that we must work, we must move. We canna wait for them.
R: My charge here, sister, is to preserve the Sanctity of this
House of...
MFC: (She Rounds) YOUR CHARGE, Rector, is to serve the
real needs of your Parish both practical and Spiritual. OUR
Charge here is to Deliver Mercy in the name of Our Lord
Jesus Christ and the Covenant he represents! The Sanctity of
the House of God is the very Shelter He gives them in time
need. (Points through window) These people have been
abandoned. They are despondent. The Shelter they need is the
Shelter of Spirit. They need to see that those who have
preached to them the beneficent God, the beneficent Jesus,
and the promise of Deliverance are hearing them now in their
time of need and are responding. Opening the Church will tell
them that, and they will revive..(Turns to window)
(LONG PAUSE. R. rises and goes to window; gazes out at
throng)
R: I could offer you the Rectory....
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MFC: Tis not the Rector who guarantees the Covenant, sir,
but Tis the Lord. Tis not the Rectory but the Lord's House
that Shelters the Spirit.
(LONG PAUSE) R gazes upward as if hearing a strange
sound. Returns to seat)
All right Madam, I will give you the Congregate, but the
Nave is strictly off limits and I must hold you and your Order
accountable for any damage. (Turns to Dan) Dan, if you will
see to unlocking the Main Doors. Secure the Altar Set awayand bring the Bible over to the Rectory...
MFC:(Turns to him) You would remove the Book, sir?
R: As a precaution, sis...
MFC: The Word of their Deliverance is in that Book, Rector.
Would you offer the Lord's House but remove the Lord's
Word?
R: But Mada...
MFC: They are not heathens, Rector; they are farmers. They
have Heart and Integrity. They ask naught but what's fair.
You'll not find a one among them but that respects that Book
as much or more as you, or your Bishop, or your Archbishop!
And not to mention your bloody Members..of..Parliament.
R:(stares): All right! The Book stays. Was there anything else
Madam?
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MFC: My Sisters.
R: Your Sisters?.. Surely the Abbess..?
MFC: The Abbey is much too far. We will be workingaround the clock and need a close place to rest in shifts.
R: How many are there?
MFC: Sixteen, sir.
R: SIXTEEN?
MFC: Well, Seventeen with Cook. But we only need eight
beds, as we will sleep in shifts.
R: (leaning back)... You suggest the Rectory, I presume?
MFC: (curtsey) If you would, Kind Sir!
R: (Reflects; turns to Dan) Dan... Make the guestroom
available to Sister Mary Francis and find some cots to bring
to the parlor. Will that do, sister?
MFC: Quite properly, sir, and the Good Lord commends you.
R: And was there yet anything else, Sister?
MFC.(Slowly) Just one thing, sir.
R: And that is?
MFC: A horse.
R: A horse?.. Surely, madam, you don't intend to just
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..er..ride? We do have a carriage...
MFC: Too limiting. I must be all out and about.
R; But Madam...I mean..how..er..well do you ride?
(PAUSE She stares at him)
MFC: Know you of Meath, Rector?
R: Royal Meath? But of course. I have been there.
MFC: Know you of Cusack, sir?
R: The lairds of Killeen? Are you..?
MFC: (she nods) We Ride. (Dan strikes a match)
R: (skeptical) I see...(glances at Dan, who is puffing his pipe)
Well, I suppose I can loan you the cook's mare. When wouldyou wish it?
MFC: Right away, sir. There's much daylight left.
R: So be it, Sister Francis...and...I wish you Godspeed.
MFC: AMillen Thanks to you sir, and it will be... You'll
see...(she exits hurriedly)
(PAUSE)
R: She is Mad, I tell you! Mad!
D: (Blows smoke)...Nay milord...(Puffs pipe.)...She's the Gale
Wind, is all.
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R: (looks up) The Gale Wind?
D: Aye, sir (gesture with pipe) Tis a Gale Wind that Scours
the Land and leaves her cleansed in its wake.
R: You think?
D: (puffs)... For troth, milord... Tis Eirie... You'll see.
(R gazes at activity in courtyard) A Gale Wind, you say...You
may have something there...(turns to Dan) And you know
what I say?
D: Aye..?
R:(returns briskly to desk and slaps hand down) I say its
About Bloody Time! I say its...
Aboot...Bloodie... Tyme!!! .
(drops into chair).. Dan?
D: Sir?
R: We will not strike the Altar, but reset for a Special Service
at Midnight.
D: Midnight?
R: The very start of a New Day. She has brought the Wind.
We will bring the Word.
D: Aye sir...
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R: And it will not be the Cook's mare, but the Carriage Brace
we saddle.
D: Both of them?
R:Yes!.. You heard what the lady said: "We Ride." And I'm
remembering the words of a sailor: he said if you must ride a
gale 'tis best to ride with the gale... (he strides toward door,
pauses as if listening)
Oh, and Dan?
D: Sir?
R: Do all those thing won't you? But First...
D: Sir?
R: Get to the Belfry... and Ring the Bell.
D: Yessir, the Bell?..
R: I want you to ring it a Hundred Times!
D: A Hundred Times?
R: Yes, a Hundred Times... Sound the alarm! Waken theParish!
...We've got a Gale Wind Rising!...
(grabs hat and exits,)
D: ( blows smoke)..Aye...(Lights: OUT)
NEXT
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A GALE WIND:
SCENE 7: RECTORY YARD
Cast: MFC, RECTOR, 2nd SISTER
EXT. YARD HIGHANGLE DAY
MED SHOT on Gate PAN RT to porch CLOSE ON:MFC standing on porch with two large burlap sacks
at her feet, apparently conferring with 2nd Sister. She
looks up and across yard.
REVERSE OSH Mfc RACK FOCUS ON: RECTOR
Leading two horses toward porch.
TRACKING RL: Rector and horses arrival at porch.
CLOSE ON: MFC (POV RECTOR)
(As horse arrives she throws burlap sack over saddle, lifting
second bag to equalize. She looks at other horse, then Rector)
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Two Horses, then?
REVERSE CLOSE ON: Rector
(Looking up) You did say "WE", Sister.
MED SHOT ON: Mfc.
(Mounting up. She gazes long at Rector, and then smiles.)
So I did, dinn I.
(she turns horse, looks back at Rector, still standing)
An dinn I also say "NOW"?(she spurs horse and gallops away.)
TRACKING horse and rider exiting yard.
LOW ANGLE CLOSE ON: Rector.
(Grabbing his reigns and placing foot in stirrup.Mounts, still looking after her) SOTTO VOCCE:
So you did, sister, so you did.
(To Horse) Get up with you then! (He rides out of
Yard)
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RIDING MONTAGE then to:
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A GALE WIND
Scene 8: LONGMEADOW
EXT. LONG MEADOW/CAMP - TRACKING TELE:
RIDER - DAY.
Horse and rider appear over the high ridge and are
TRACKED as they canter down the long meadow toward theCAMERA. TELE PULLS BACK REVEALING wider
valley and LOW ANGLE. When rider is in middle distance.
CUE:
OFF- SCREEN. VOICE (Farmer 1):
What's this?
Head and Shoulder of FARMER 1 appear screen-right in
foreground as he rises into frame. NO PULL FOCUS.
FARMER 1:
Well, Mum, will ye have a look at this now. "Tis a rider
comin'".
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O.S. VOICE (Mum, worried):
Oye, Jonnie...can we run? Is it the Sheriff?..
JONNIE (Farmer 1; peering):
Nay Mum, it canna be the sheriff. Ole Bailey could'na
rode like that on 'is best day. Methinks it is a Sister. She's
wearin' that Cape...
MUM
(rises into frame appearing screen left looking away at Rider.
PULL FOCUS
(SOTTO VOCCE) Lord 'ave Mercy!(she reaches across
frame to touch Jonnie.) Do you think its...?
JONNIE
That One, you mean? The one they call mad?
MUM (indignant)
Mad indeed! (sweeping gesture) You can just look around
at what we've come to and all what has brought us to it
and then come and tell me what's mad! (she glares at him
and then turns abruptly toward the rider. )
JONNIE
(taken aback says nothing for a beat but turns
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also toward rider,) We'll see..
Rider (MFC) arrives in mid ground, reigns to a halt.
MFC:
(calling): Ahoy the Camp!
JONNIE:
(hesitates, then takes one step toward her and raises his arm
to call her in.) Come on in then. CAMERA CLOSES TOMED ON RIDER AND THEN DRAWS BACK WITH HER
as she walks the horse the remaining 20 yards. She stops
again; She scans the scene quickly, and then raises her hand.
MFC:
Ceade Mille Failte to ye, Ones. I come from Kenmare.
I bring news.
MUM (excited)
It is!...Oye, Jonnie!..It's a Wonder! (she attempts to
straighten her dress) Jonnie! Say something!..)
JONNIE
(looks at her and then at rider.)
A Millen Welcomes to You, Sister. A blessing be upon
our hearth. (he gestures with his arm toward CAMERA.
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CAMERA PULLS BACK REVEALING a cold campfire pit
in the bottom of frame. A cauldron sits near by and we can
begin to see parts of other figures sitting alongside.)
Alas, we've nary food nor draught to offer...
MUM:
(stepping toward hearth, she grabs a stick and begins poking
it.) Nor flame. (she turns to MFC) We're put out nigh on
three months, and 'tis fair laingsince we be having fuel.
MFC:
(begins to dismount. CAMERA Closes on her until she drops
out of frame behind horse. PAN RT to pick her up as she
comes around front of horse.) I have some for you.
(she crosses in front of horse to nearside burlap bag hangingfrom saddle. She reaches in and brings out a large lump,
cradles it in her arm and reaches in for another. Johnnie takes
a step toward her. She turns and hands him the two large
lumps.) Peat. (she reaches in the bag and pulls out two more
lumps and begins bringing them to hearth. There will be
more for you soon. (She hands the lumps to Mum.) Have
you water?
MUM:
(dropping the lumps into the fire ring, she points to cauldron.
Aye, but just bog water. An' we canna boil it. (she points
toward CAMERA.) It's takin' our Maureen. (CAMERA
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PULLS BACK FURTHER REVEALING: Prone figure
wrapped in tattered blankets in shadows before fire. MFC
peers at it.)
MFC:
Is she gone?
MUM: Nay, but she will be soon. (looks to Jonnie)
JONNIE:
She ha'ant hardly moved in three days. She's wastin'
MFC:
(moves quickly toward the prone figure of Maureen,
kneeling at her side and feeling her forehead and then her
wrist. CAMERA DROPS DOWN REVEALING more offigure. Mum and Jonnie close around left and right. She
rustles in the folds of her Cloak and brings out a MEDICINE
BAG; opens it.)
She may live if we can get her to the Church.
(Just now another rider appears as a speck on the horizon andbegins moving toward CAMERA at slow pace. NO TELE.)
JONNIE:
The Church? But what about the Sheriff and the
Soldiers?
(he stoops next to MFC; touches Maureen.)
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MFC:
We have opened the church to serve as a Hospice. Even
the soldiers cannot bother her there. (cradles head andoffers bottle to lips.) Drink this, One. (Maureen does not
respond.) Just a little, One, That's right...
O.S. VOICE:
(weakly) Pa-a-a.
MUM:
(turning to side, addressing off-frame left; impatient.)
Just wait now Mick
MICK:
P-a-a-a. L-o-o-k. (bony hand appears frame left pointing.
A rider.
(Jonnie turns; following point. Mum stands and turns toward
rider MFC continues ministrations. Rider comes closer.
Jonnie stands and reaches off-frame right; steps toward rider
bringing pitchfork into frame; peers at rider)
MUM:
Who is it, Jonnie?
JONNIE:
Canna tell.
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Rider continues into view; reigns up at mid-ground,
somewhat behind MFC's horse; raises hand in hailing
manner. Jonnie moves further out KEEP FRAME-RIGHT.
MFC:
(glancing quick around) That's the Rector.
MUM:
(gasping) The Rector! Oh my...Jonnie!..
JONNIE:
Umm...Good day, Rector?
RECTOR:
Good day, my fellow. I am seeing after a nun.
Jonnie looks back toward Mum, hesitates. Just now MFC
rises, having finished her ministrations, and moves back
around hearth.
MFC: (to Mum)
We must get her up to the Chapel right away. Can your
Tad and your son manage it? (she moves back toward her
horse.)
MUM:
I don't know...Jonnie?..
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JONNIE:
Aye, but..(to Rector; calling) Sir! Tis True then we can
take our Maureen to the Chapel?
RECTOR:
Aye it is true. But only the invalids.
JONNIE:
But what of the Soldiers and the Sheriff.
RECTOR:
Ill handle the sheriff. Canna say for sure about Soldiers,
but there have been none around lately. I will tell them it
is Hospice. They must respect Sanctuary.
MFC:
(has returned to Horse and is just mounting up)
Do it now.
Jonnie looks to Rector for confirmation.
RECTOR:
Just as she says.
Jonnie moves toward Maureen. Mick enters frame left. Then
CAMERA CLOSES ON TWO SHOT OF RECTOR and
MFC.
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MFC:
And tomorrow noontide, bring all the children to the
Stables. There will be hot food there.
RECTOR:
Sister! The Stables?
MFC:
Aye, well it was good enough for Our Lord, sir. It'll haveto do for them. (Begins to move horse.) An' Cook is
coming.
O.S.Voice (Jonnie): Izzat Right, Sir?
RECTOR:
(Stares at MFC, who prances her horse, pensive. Looks
around at Camp. Gazes at CAMERA.
Aye, that is right, sir! Just as she says.
MFC spurs her horse; turns to exit frame right. CAMERA
CRANES UP AND BACK; GOES WIDE LOOKINGDOWN ON CAMP AND TWO RIDERS. GRAND SWING
AROUND (CLOCKWISE) TO FOLLOW MFC AND
THEN DESCEND TO OVERSHOULDER (RECTOR)
TRAILING MFC. Just now DISTANT BELL BEGINS TO
PEEL. AND PEEL.
MFC, harkening BELL slows and reigns up. Spins horse to
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look back toward Rector. TELE CLOSE. ON MFC
(LOOSING Rector). She pauses a beat, then spurs horse and
dashes on into forest, disappearing.
O.S. VOICE (Rector): Just...as...she...says. (To horse) All
right Dobbin..you heard the Lady. Ride..it..is.
TELE PULLS BACK, CRANES UP TRAILING MFC.
Rector ride into frame from under, following MFC.
CAMERA TELE TRAILS Rector, CLOSING until he enters
forest. CAMERA LINGERS on EXIT POINT a beat.CAMERA BEGINS ACCELERATING -PAN-LEFT-
ACROSS TOPO TO RIDGE. TELE-ZOOM IN ON: Two
men on horseback, just inside the tree-line. CLOSE TO
TWO SHOT. RIDER 1 is peering toward CAMERA through
HAND TELESCOPE. He lowers it and snaps it shut.
RIDER 1: You were right to show me this, Sheriff. You
are going to have a talk with this Rector, nay?
SHERIFF: Aye.
FADE TO BLACK
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A GALE WIND
Scene 13: CHAPEL
INT. THE CHAPEL HIGHANGLE (BALCONY) NIGHT
From a blurred starting image CAMERA PULLS FOCUS
AND BEGINS A CEILING PAN, LOOKING DOWN ON:
Congestion of invalids arrayed about the room with Sisters
attending. This is INTER-CUT with ground-level SHOTS
combining to form a collage of images that eventually
resolves along with SOUND to:
INT. CHAPEL HIGHANGLE: RECTOR/PULPIT
MIDNITE.
As the CAMERA FRAME PANS TOWARD RECTOR AT
PULPIT, THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE RESOLVES FROM
GARBLED AND DISTANT TO CLEAR AND PRESENT.
AS WE PASS OVER WE HEAR:
RECTOR:
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In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God
and the Word was God.
CAMERA PANS ON AND VOICE FADES UNTIL CUT
TO:
INT. CHAPEL LOW ANGLE MED: RECTOR/PULPITNIGHT
RECTOR:
And I looked and Behold!
A Whirlwind came out of the North and fire infolding itself,
and a brightness was about it!
DISSOLVE TO CEILING PAN RUN 5 CUT TO:
INT. CHAPEL LOW ANGLE MED/CLOSE: RECTORNIGHT
RECTOR:
The Lord is slow to anger and will not at all acquit the
wicked. The Lord hath his way in the Whirlwind and in the
Storm, and the Clouds are dust of his feet.
DISSOLVE TO CEILING PAN RUN 5 CUT TO:INT. CHAPEL LOW ANGLE CLOSE: RECTOR NIGHT
RECTOR:
As the Whirlwind passeth so is the wicked no more, but the
righteous and everlasting foundation.
DISSOLVE TO CEILING PAN RUN 5 PAN TO RECTOR.
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CLOSE AND HOLD FOR:
RECTOR:
Wherefore it shall come to pass, if ye hearken thesejudgements and keep and do them, that the Lord thy God
shall keep unto thee the Covenant and the Mercy which he
sware unto thy fathers.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CHAPEL BELFREY - LOW ANGLE TELE MED:MFC NIGHT
We see MFC standing in the belfry looking out with the
moon behind her and wind blowing her Cape. BELL
BEGINS TO RING SOFTLY.
SLOW FADE TO BLACK.
SOUND: GALLOPING HOOF BEATS FADING
CUT:
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