03/09/2026
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Irish mythology is as rich as any, but most people know more about Thor than Setanta, more about Odin than Balor, more about Loki than Lugh.
Here's my favourite one that never made it to TV or cinema. Echtra Condla — the Adventure of Connla. It's older than anything out of Asgard. Monks were writing stories like it down by the 8th century, and it's still around in the Book of the Dun Cow, copied out around 1100 AD.
Connla of the Fiery Hair was son to Conn of the Hundred Battles, High King of Ireland. He was standing beside his father on the Hill of Uisneach in County Westmeath when a woman appeared to him. Nobody else could see her. She was one of the Aos Sí, from Mag Mell, the Plain of Pleasure where nobody grows old and nobody dies. She said she loved him. Asked him to come with her.
The King panicked and sent for his druid to chant her away. Connla knew that trick. It's the same one every power pulls when it meets a truth it can't rule over — drown it out, banish it, pretend it never spoke. Before she went, she threw Connla an apple that never shrank, no matter how much of it he ate. For a whole month he touched nothing else, pining for a woman the whole court swore wasn't real.
A month later, she came back, sailing in on a canoe of gleaming crystal. Connla stepped in beside her, and they sailed away into the setting sun. No mortal ever saw him again.
That story's near thirteen hundred years old, and I've put it to a song now, with some video clips so you can watch it as well as hear it. Have a look below and tell me what you think. Our wee ones deserve to grow up knowing Connla the way they know Thor.
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