the moss garden

So it came to pass as the prophecy told, cast in the seeds of Cathbad’s toil, that three heroes would be shamed and exiled, the land and it’s people sundered and riven as warriors fought for the hand of our Deirdre of the sorrows.

Of those three warriors, known as Ken, Mike and Samir, only Ken returned, wizened and frail.

A fourth hero, known as Dev, took refuge at Deirdre’s court and nestled in her chambers.

Drama begat tragedies on those rain hammered streets, a union with Ken of the Barley Moors which birthed the powerful sorceress Tracey, a Mor Ríoghain of the cobbles, warrior queen of the cowing tart raids of the Salford cycle.

On the lanes and byways and the inns and markets, on the tongues of the arbiters of custom and mores, those custodians of quotidian exchange in currencies of dialect turned gossip into lie and scattered like pollen accusations of the foulest crimes. Our Deirdre was banged up, sent down to a damp stone cell to forever dwell in dreams of Ken, Mike, Samir, and Dev, of Tracey, Blanche, a night down the Rovers, of cigarettes and alcohol, Duckworths and Ogdens, Uncle Alberts and Annie Walkers, Liz McDonalds, Bets, Emilys, Almas, Mavises, Ritas, Audreys and all. And that Wendy Crozier!

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