The Old Irish: Prologue.
The creed of death that had been put on a post on the way into the small town was seen by all of the Irish men, women and children who at once after seeing it went, to tell their folks that where not with them, the creed went like this.
The British armies are coming to take Ireland and Sweden, beware of the king of Briton.
This does not sound very threatening to you but to these Irish people who had lived a long time in peace and plenty it had a sinister meaning but many of them were asking one another who had put this evil creed up and is it was just a hoax.
But there were a few who had known of war and knew a bit about fighting and battle they were told by their elder son who was very excited and wanted to fight these British just as his father had done.
His father on the contrary did not like this at all he said “The British scoundrels, before they attacked us in my time they spread fear by doing the same thing that they are at this moment” he paused for a moment to catch his breath.” they will not actually attack for a few weeks but everyone will be sleepless and tired from staying awake all night waiting for the sound of the tramping feet of the British.”
The whole family paused, then came a knock on the door and after entering the Irish family that stood from their chairs and saw who their gests where they saw that it was two men and that they were some of the older settlers of the village and the younger said “Well let’s talk about the news” and at once everyone had something to do some were helping their mother and others were going up into their beds to leave the grownups to talk alone.
But the young boy went out of the house and walked toward the cold lake that was now just a huge slush run with a few larger pieces of ice sliding down to the lake which was half frozen as he walked eh heard a familiar voce yell “Leti” he looked up and saw two of his friends one named George the other named Grong the later was a huge boy about six feet six inches with huge muscles as they drew near they began to talk even though they were a good fifteen feet apart and this was I think normal because if you are really excited and want to talk to someone Leti said “I have not seen you for a while. Have you heard the news?”
“Yes we have” Grong said.
“Is that an answer to the first thing I said or the last?” asked Leti.
“Both” said George through a smile, he was always the one to think of some kind of silly answer.
“So have you seen the way people have been acting?” Said Leti “My father says that they will probably attack in a few weeks so don’t go hiding in one of you fathers oak chests George.” George was looking kind of pail.
“Well I am going to ether run like most of the people are going to do or we can stay and fight like we should.” Said Grong emphasizing the last word.
“I think we are going to stay and fight” said Leti looking down at the dead grass that looked like men on a field of white.
“George!” came an old woman’s voice and off went George toward the sound of the voice and Grong looked at Leti and said “Well I should be getting back to my folks too.”
Leti said bye and walked hurriedly back to his house and went up into his room which he shared with his smaller brother named Wiggery which was a strange name for and Irish boy Leti fell asleep and had dreams of armies of the British and the town on fire.