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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

.

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."

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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!"

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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

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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.

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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)

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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)

DISSOLVE TO:

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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