mjc@cmu-cs-cad.ARPA (Monica Cellio) (12/09/84)
I know this is a long shot, but...
At the bardic circle at Darkover Grand Council (Wilmington, DE; Thanksgiving)
someone sang a song that might have been called "The Wild Hunt". She said it
was based on a story she had just had published, but I don't know her name,
the name of the story, or where it was published.
The basic theme was the wild hunt from Celtic mythology. The hunt is a
supernatural thing that sweeps through areas and tends to pick up people
along the way to join in random slaughter. In this particular case someone
challenges the hunter, but I don't want to say any more.
Now that I have become addicted to the song, I'm looking for a pointer to
the story.
Here are the first couple of verses to the song (hope I'm not violating too
many copyright laws here):
It's fifty score fine warriors at feasting in the hall,
And there was I, the Lord Idath, the chiefest of them all.
And it's fifty score fine warriors as brave as e'er were born,
And there was I, the Lord Idath, the wearer of the horn.
And as they feasted at the boar the wind blew wide the door.
The brightness of that e'er great hall was suddenly no more.
And up there rose a howling then like baying of a hound,
And all that fearless fifty score were frozen at the sound.
"The hunt! The hunt!" the people cried, "Oh hide yourselves away,
"For none who go abroad this night shall live to see the day."
The sleepless dead go far this night; the readied hounds awake.
No light nor darkness do they serve; they kill for killing's sake....
-Dragon
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