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Caibidil a dó

The hill was rocky and steep but I trusted my horse to take it with ease, so far I had found no evidence of this Diarmuid except for in the form of myth and legend. I had almost convinced myself that this was a fools errand but when I had been searching through a library I had found a book on the legends of
Tír na nÓg with a neatly folded map of Ireland tucked between pages with hints of where Diarmuid could be hiding. I rented the book and hopped on my  horse and that's how we ended up here, climbing up the galtymore mountains to see if he lived In the valleys tucked between. According to the map if he didn't live here the he lived in the holes of the cliffs of Moher so practically on the other side of Ireland
"What a wild goose chase to find this guy " I said to myself with a a huff of annoyance added on for good measure. It took the rest of the day but I finally reached the peak of the first mountain. I look down the hillside and in the glen hidden between mountains was a small cottage with smoke rising  from the the chimney dancing with the moonlight in the night air. I got off my horse and hobbled her so she couldn't get very far, She had lots of grass and shrubs surrounding her so I knew she wouldn't starve over night. Once she was hobbled I put on the black cloak lined with rabbit fur I had been working on for Torryn's birthday before everything had turned to ruin and crept down mountain side blending in with the shadows, the only light to guide me was the moonlight but even that was untrustworthy because of the clouds passing overhead promising rain early tomorrow. I reached the cottage and ran across to the edge of it so I could creep down the side. I reached the front door and realized that even if this wasn't Diarmuid perhaps they would let me and my horse spend the night in their barn, they might even be able to help me find him. Summoning all the courage I could muster I knocked loudly on the the front door Thrap, Thrap, Thrap, went my knuckles, I could hear some one scuffling around and cursing under their breath in Gaelic as they grabbed the door handle and swung it open thus revealing a heavyset man with a long beard in what looked like his mid fourties "what do you want" he asked gruffly his thick northern accent much like my own shining through even though he was clearly trying to hide it.
" I'm searching for a man named Diarmuid I got a note from a pure white dove saying he could help me find my sibling who were take. By a man dressed completely in black riding a white horse, are you by any chance Diarmuid, do you know him?" I asked cautious not to anger the man as he looked like and older version of Seamus. The mans faced softened as my question " before I help ya wee lass you should come inside" he opened his door and gestured for me to head inside the warm house. "Thank your sir I can't tell you how much your kindness means to me, however I was wondering if I could as one favour?" I whispered timidly "sure lass what do ya need" he said through a small gentle smile,
" well you see that hill top up over there I pointed up to the hill I had just come down, well sir my mare is up there and I was wondering If she could come down and spend the night in your barn?" I questioned with hope
"Sure lass that would be no problem" he said and sent a hearty laugh throughout the house.