My emotions while reading “The Destruction of Da Derga’s Hostel”, cataloged
Okay, self. This story is called “The Destruction of Da Derga’s Hostel.” Probably it’s not going to end well. Try to remember not to get too attached to anyone.
Three other boys were reared with him [Conare]: Fer Lé and Fer Gar and Fer Rogain, all sons of the fían-champion Dond Désa, a man of supporters for the support of the boy. Conare possessed three gifts — the gift of hearing and the gift of seeing and the gift of judgment — and he taught a gift to each of his foster-brothers.
The birds left their feather hoods, then, and turned on him with spears and swords; one bird protected him, however, saying “I am Nemglan, king of your father’s bird troop. You are forbidden to cast at birds, for, by reason of birth, every bird here is natural to you.”
Your bird-reign will be be distinguished, but there will be gessa against it, and they are these: [literally 8 million gessa]
Oh no my poor doomed bird boy I love him even more now
Conare’s foster-brothers, however, grumbled about losing the prerogatives of their father and their grandfather — theft and robbery and plunder and murder
“I do not know what that noise is”, said Conare, “Unless the earth has turned over; or the Leviathan that encircles the world has overturned it with his tail; or the ship of the sons of Dond Désa has landed. Alas that they are not here tonight, for they were dear foster-brothers and a beloved fían-band, and then we would not have to fear them”
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
“I saw a man in an ornamented apartment, and he is the handsomest of the heroes of Ériu” ... “He is Conall Cernach son of Amorgen, and just now he has fallen in with Conare, for Conare loves him above all others.”
The young lad was sleeping, then, his feet in the lap of one man and his head in the lap of the other
I swear to god if this sleepy boy turns out to be Conare ...
“Conare Már son of Eterscélae is his name ...”
Great the youth of this man, who seems simple and sleepy until he undertakes a feat of arms
And yes, of course, practically everyone dies, and yes, we knew it was coming, and yes, I’m still sad