Fintan and the Hawk of Achill
Irish and Celtic myths and legends, Irish folklore and Irish fairy tales from the Mythological Cycle
Old stories are often the best stories
The old stories of Ireland, some of the oldest in the world, tell of great ancients – almost immortals! – whose span of life stretched many thousands of years. Legends tell of their spirits passing from one body to the next, or upon occasion, staying in the one body for millennia, watching the tides of man and beast come and go.
Such a one was Fintan son of Bóchra, which means son of the sea, who was known for his wisdom, a man of magic and the seeing of far distant places and times. He came to Ireland with the first people, accompanying Cessair, she who was the grandchild of Noah. He had eighteen wives and many children.
Through the many centuries he lived, until the time of Fionn Mac Cumhaill, as the light of Christianity was beginning to shine throughout Ireland, and it was then that he went to Achill to sit on the cliff, where he met a hawk who was born at the same time as himself.
Noting the hawk’s elderly appearance, he sat himself upon a seaweedy rock and called out to it in the tongue of the birds, asking it to tell him a tale. The hawk answered that Fintan himself was no spring chicken, and that he hadn’t been young since he had lived in Dun Telara, thousands of years ago!
“Never mind that,” said Fintan, “it’s a greater wonder that I am alive at all! I have seen many sorrowful things in my life, and the death of my son Illan, the most sorrowful of all, these countless years gone. But tell me, how is it that I have never seen you before, oh bird of Achill of the Fian? Why do you stay here?”
The hawk cocked a rheumy eye at him and said, “Why would I not? There is game aplenty, fish and venison to keep my strength up, gentle havens, bright air and warm thickets, and best of all, far from the doings of men is the Isle of Achill! But you must surely have seen more than me, even though I see all from on high?”
Fintan nodded slowly, travelling back through the winding pathways of his memory.
“I was but fifteen years of age before the black flood came and drowned the world, oh what a dreadful day was that! The dark giants wrought their ruin upon us all with their wickedness and sorcery. And afterwards it was given to me by the gods to live five thousand five hundred years more, and the first thousand as you see me today.
“Then,” he asked in curious speculation “how old are you, to be so familiar with my name?”
“Not a year less than yourself have I lived,” replied the hawk, “but tell me more of your life, oh poet and prophet.”
Fintan sighed and settled himself down, continuing
“I was in ruin after the loss of Illann and the rest of my sons, the fall of white-handed Cessair, my wife – all that I had was the barking of the seals for company, which seemed to mock me as I wept. For it was that the gods had changed me into a salmon so I might survive the black deluge of the deeps, and yet the price to pay was watching Labra the pilot and Bith, my own father in law, die.
“Up and down every spring and river in Ireland did I swim, and I came to know them all very well. From the Boyne, to the Bann and the brown Bru, the Suck, the Suir, and the Shannon, the Dael and the Dubh, until I came to the waterfall of the estuary of the Erne.
“There I stayed at Assaroe of the seals, and I tell you I have never felt such a night at the northern wave, not from the begining of the world to its end!” The cold and the ice came to clench the waters in their grip, until there was nothing left to swim in, so I tried to leap through the frozen face of the waterfall.
“I saved myself, it is true, shattering the ice like clear blue glass, but as I fell a hawk stooped from the sky and took the eye clean out of my head! And that helped me not at all, with every other grief I bore.”
The hawk looked at him in unreadable fashion and said “But it was myself who took your eye, oh Fintan of the fresh heart! I am the grey hawk of time, alone in the middle of Achill.”
Angered now, Fintan demanded compensation for being left in gloom, as law and obedience required, but the hawk replied that he had nothing to give, and he would gulp down Fintan’s other eye in one bite if he could!
Fintan pondered this for a while and knew it was but the nature of the beast for which it could give and was due to give no apology, for so it had been made, but still he said
“You sing a harsher song than many a bird, wild one, but hold off on any further meals – since I have the sweeter voice, I will speak further.”
“Five centuries afterwards I swam half blind as a long-sided salmon through lochs, many rivers and in every rich clear-flowing sea. Then I was given the body of an eagle, and a mighty bird I was too. Then I became a stately blue-eyed falcon, and no bird was my match.
“And then the King of the Sun thought it was time for me to take again the shape of a man, for what better shape would suit me? And with that came the weight of years.”
He spoke of the grievous loss of his sons, and the hawk replied that it had taken a hand, a foot or an eye from each of their bodies. Fintan told about how he offered wisdom and counsel to the Tuatha Dé Danann, taking their side against the Fir Bolg, and the hawk spoke of the Battle of Moy Tura.
“As I was in the midst of the carnage I saw beside me an arm, and on each several finger of the fingers a ring of red gold like blood. Its heroic proportions, its vast size, alas for him from whom that limb was severed! Its beauty, its length and its span, ruddy and beautiful were the nails.
“A sleeve of glossy silk and a golden tunic sleeve was around its whole length up to the shoulder. I lifted it up, and it was no small effort, I bore it with me, terrible was the distance, to Druim Ibar of the estuaries. For it was no less than the hand of Nuada that I found there on the battlefield, the High King of the Tuatha De Danann, and it was seven years in my bird's nest!”
They spoke on and Fintan shared much knowledge and lore with the hawk, telling of the tree of life.
“If you eat the fruit of the tree of virtues facing towards the north, an old man who partakes of it will instantly become a youth again. Eat the fruit of this fruiting tree while facing south and you need have no fear of painful disease, so long as the blackthorn lasts.”
On he spoke of his visit to Tara of the flocks, engaging in pleasant conversations with the folk and birds of that place, until the brilliantly-coloured cloaks of the Sidhe surrounded him in one instant, and he had to bid farewell to the men of Fodla.
He met a giant stranger who said he was strong Trefuilngidh Tre-eochair, and that he was travelling from the western bounds of the world, in the setting of the sun. This stranger brought with him a tree of three fruits, the nut and the apple and the blackthorn, which he planted all over Ireland, and none was able to do him harm while he planted.
“I planted the three fruits that came to us for our use – Eo Rossa, the Branch of Mughna Mor, and the old tree of Tortan of heavy hosts. But I weary of singing to you oh hawk, pray tell me some of your own tales, for they must be numerous! Tell me of the bright, smooth, round-topped, beautiful old fort of Tara, for I haven’t been there in an age.”
“Well,” said the hawk “that time was nearer to this than my hatching, but when fair Conchobar walked the earth I had become famous for my beauty and strength. King over the birds of Eriu I was, flying over the hills and glens.”
“Then I happened to spy the slinger of trá baile, the man who was searching all havens, Cú Chulain of the Red Branch. By his treachery, Cu roi, king of Clann Degad fell, and I ate my fill of the blood of his witch blood.
“Then Garbh son of Starn fell to the Hound who fed scald-crows – two eyes of the handsome Greek I ate at the beginning of that good day!
“Also it was often I got flesh and spoils from Naisi who was venomous of weapon, but I did not taste his flesh or blood because of his excellence in fighting. The head of Cet fell to me after his wounding and his struggle, it was for me a desperate mouthful, his eyes were like to choke me.
“I ate, enormous was his size, the body of Monodhar mac Cecht. I found many bodies back to back from the victorious hand of Conall. from the strife he did not flinch so long as he was alive. The rivers used to run bloody from the Culgas (spear) of Conall the Victorious!
The hawk continued in this manner for some time, recounting with relish the various heroes and parts of heroes it had eaten, and I suppose that’s how a hawk would see the world. Then he came at last to the end of Cú Chulainn.
“Cú of the feats didn’t stop until his body was maimed and mangled, his face drenched with blood and so weakened that he was unable to stand, tying himself up by his own entrails to the pillar-stone of the Commor.
“Down I went intending only to eat his eyes, not end his life, for I thought he had already passed away, when he felt my wings upon his face and swiftly jabbed his hero’s dart into my breast! Away I flew, a difficult flight, to Inis Geidh over the furrowed sea, where I drew out of me, painful the effort, the hard tough shaft of the javelin.
“The barb remained in my body, it tortured my heart distressingly, I have never been sound since then, and I do not conceal it, since I am old.”
The the hawk recounted its many victories over other birds, the solitary crane of Moy Leana, the eagle of Druim Brice, the solitary crane of grey Inis Geidh, the two full-fat birds of Leithin, as well as the slender Blackfoot of Sliabh Fuaid.
In its youth in the time of Lugh the hawk had borne back to its nestlings, without effort, the bodies of champions and fighting-heroes. Later, it could carry a year old boar across dales and pastures. By the time of Conn the hundred-battler, it could carry fleet fawn of six months growth. When Cormac mac Art ruled Ireland, a pig or piglet was no great weight to carry. Many-hued Meath on every side of Tara eastwards, wild fawn were pursued.
But now in the time of Niall Nine-Hostager, the hawk had grown mad, for it would grow weary carrying a blackbird.
“And you see, that is why I have come to meet you Fintan,” said the hawk, “for tomorrow I will die, and I fear greatly the fate that awaits me. Perhaps you might ask God to pardon my wrongs and sins?”
“Don’t worry,” Fintan reassured the old bird, “tomorrow you’ll be full of life once again in the heaven of clouds, with the chanting of angels singing sweetly. And I will be there alongside you, for tomorrow I shall also die on that very self same day.”
So they spoke long into the night, sharing stories about times and heroes long past, until sunrise found them lying side by side, dead.
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