In light of Rebecca's continuing theme of all things Irish, here is a little piece of Irish legend.The king of
About a year later, Conchobar and the men of
It became dark and the birds disappeared from the sky. They needed to have shelter for the night, so Conchobar sent Bricriu away to find lodging. Bricriu found only a mean-looking house, occupied by an elderly couple. The couple invited them to lodge there, but Bricriu was skeptical because it didn't seem to offer any provisions. When he returned to Conchobar and told him what he found, Conchobar decided that they would go anyway. When they returned to the house, they discovered that it was not in fact a mean-looking house at all, but rather a well-appointed, luxurious home. They were met at the door not by an elderly couple, but a young man.
The young man led them to a table filled with food and drink. After feasting, Conchobar asked after the mistress of the house. He was told that he would not be able to meet the mistress of the house because she was at that moment in the process of giving birth. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the cries of the newly born infant could be heard.
The next morning, Conchobar went in search of his host. He could not find him, but he did hear the cries of the infant. Following their sound, he was led to a room where the mother and child were. To his great surprise and joy, the mother was his sister Dechtire, who told him all that had happened to her. Conchobar was overjoyed, and soon the news was heard all over
(The source for this post comes from the book Irish Legends, by Iain Zaczek)