#MythologyMonday: `Fat, bald Conan mac Morna, when he saw #Fionn lying there helpless, thought that now he would take vengeance on Fionn for all the gibes and sneers the Fians had treated him to. So stepping up to Fionn the jester began to abuse him.`
"All the time I have been with the Fianna you never praised me or my brave deeds," he said, "and much it pleases me to see you lying there, for now I can cut off your head. The only grief I have is that all your Fians are not in the same state you are;“
In great indignation Oscur turned on Conan. “For your threats to our chief I will deal with you so hardly that from now till the day of your death you shall speak no more evil words," and clenching his fists tightly he rushed at Conan.
The jester, hearing Oscur speak in such a furious manner, sheltered himself at the back of the Fians, crying: "Oh, save me from that terrible man, for he has a woeful temper and a very strong arm!" So, because his high-sounding speeches and queer deeds provided them with a good deal of amusement, they laughingly protected him from Oscur's wrath; for they knew that Conan had no power to ever injure Fionn.` #Celtic
Source: Heroes of the Dawn by Violet Russel
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