Tuatha De Danaan
The Hawthorne Tree
I woke up in bed after the race home and exhaustion from Conarght. It was now night time and i was restless. The darkness surrounded my room like the dark magic from my encounter. My six brothers all snoring deep and hard in the knowledge they were safe. The racket however could have woke the banshees of the hills from their mournful sleep.
I for a brief moment felt relieved thinking it was all but a dream however the feeling passed quickly. I had sweated profusely in my restlessness and the beads ran down heavy from my saturated forehead.
It was too real to be waved away a dream. The little leprechaun was too real and his voice was burned into my brain.
It was 1959 and I reminded myself this could only happen in a dream. However, I remember working the whole day on O’Carroll’s farm, was that a dream? I was so confused. I went through doubts and reality, what was real and fake. I even believed it could be the aftermath of a magic trance, i held my head in my hands and stared at the floor.
My body jerked in unison as i remembered!
The coins! I reached for my trousers that I had worn in this encounter and searched frantically. In my rush I heard four dull thuds hit the wooden floor, I peered over my bed. The moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating four gold coins.
I was overwhelmed with anxiousness.
A whisper in my ear.
“Await my return Fergal! Keep them safe four me” The leprechaun said behind my right ear, his hot breath felt like acid on my skin. I heard his laughter and his tiny silhouette figure bouncing from chest to chest then up to the window sill. My brothers did not stir at all, just continuous snoring.
With a final menacing look, the leprechaun touched his crooked hat and adjusted it, he then gave me one evil look then hopped out the window. Cackles surrounded the field he run away into.
I jumped out of bed finally after what seemed a lifetime, scared witless was i. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to be free of this little man. I ended up not sleeping a wink and i felt sometimes he was at the window watching and waiting. Sometimes hearing pitter patter footfalls or heavy breathing.
So the next day I went to the church, I lit a candle for the wee folk as I thought perhaps he would know. The candle lit at once and when I said the name of my captor the flame went straight out. The candle never lit again.
The priest watched me in vain and came over to ask who I lit a candle for. I just said Connor which raised even more questions. I didn’t want to be angry with the priest so I politely took leave.
As I got out the church I felt eyes on me, then a voice. The voice beckoned me to the forest by the village.