The mob

Here at the light-speckled, dappled bruig this old warrior is watching his world transform yet again into something new and unrecognizable. The past must not only be buried under mounds of dirt but rewritten to satisfy the new thought sweeping the land.

The mob has looked over the land and decided that they have been cheated of their inheritance. They deserve all of the things that make the good and easy life. The mob wants to take all of the wealth of the land and divide it amongst themselves. Every inhabitant wants equality of result rather than equality of opportunity.

Even the most ignorant, intoxicated, immoral, lawless muck savage in the land demands to have the same standard of living as an educated, sober, moral, lawful man. So much for honor and nobility. Mere optional choices that shouldn't affect one's standard of living by modern thinking.

The new ard righ of the place will be selected after Samhuin this year. No stone will roar to announce acceptance by the land. The mob will descend upon the bruig to take their inheritance. That's why I continue to fit shafts into well socketed spearpoints.