"Woman, this is no common child you are carrying. Within the cradle of your womb cries a girl child with curling gold hair and gentle green eyes of great beauty. Her mouth is a crimson fruit with a tongue full of sounds sweeter than the wild music of the hills. But out of her beauty will arise a sharp sword to split apart the Tree of Ulster."
Thus was cast the druid prophecy that would damn the beautiful Deirdre to a fate of prisoner, rebel,fugitive and, inevitably, firebrand of destruction. The Legend of Deirdre captures both the lyric quality of historic Irish literature and the magic of fantasy as the story moves through Ulster, Northern Ireland, and the highland districts of Scotland during the early years of the first century. In retelling the 2,000 year old legend of Deirdre of the Sorrows, Dave Guard preserves the wonder and charm of one of the oldest tales of love and adventure in Western literature.
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