Hi, fellows! Gee it seems like it's been a really long time since I posted a new page. Feels like I've traveled miles away.

But today I got the computer set up, and my scanner, and with some steady internet I got a new page posted.

I'll write more next week, but this week, I'll point out that the crux of this story here happens through the act of the princess writing a letter to her husband. Without literacy on her part and her husband's part, the Queen of Tir na n-Og could have kept them apart indefinitely, or at the very least until the princess ran out of gifts. Possibly that's another intentional teaching of the story, the value of literacy.

Also, I keep thinking about this. Maybe in the rules of Tir na n-Og, a citizen of the queen could not be beheaded unless he or she could offer up a gift of surpassing worth. Maybe that's what was happening here, because it seems to me the Queen could have had the princess executed at any time, but she held off and got a gift instead. I guess if I were the ruler maybe I would have had any dangers eliminated immediately could be what I'm saying.

Well, enjoy this week's page, and have a good weekend! See you soon!

You're reading a page from a comic book based on the ancient Irish Myth the Three daughters of King Coluath O'hara. The translation and story was from Jeremiah Curtin's book Irish Myths and Fairy Tales but don't go and spoil the comic by reading it. I'll be posting a page a week, and the first page is here. Please let me know in the comments if you want to buy a copy and end the suspense, and if enough people want it then hey I'll publish it. Thanks!

Before going, the princess left a letter with his servant for the Queen's husband.

In the letter, she told how she had followed him to Tir na n-Og, and had given the scissors, the comb, and the whistle, to pass three nights in his company, but had not spoken to him because the Queen had given him sleeping draughts.

She also wrote that the life of the Queen was in an egg, the egg in a duck, the duck in a wether, the wether in a holly tree in front of the castle, and that no man could split the tree but himself.