Knock Roe 2000 BCE The Man The Man carried his dead father and just felt numb. The old man was finally gone. He carried his dead weight from the booth of boughs down through the forest to the appointed place. All the responsibility lay upon his shoulders. He could feel the corpse growing cold. He was the one left fending for the old man. His mother had died last winter, and they had carried her on this same journey together. They had stopped at this stream and the old man through his tears let slip the beaded necklace into the water. That beaded necklace, his first love token to her now a tribute to Danu and the waters of life. Devotion slipping too easily from one lover to another. He reached the same stream. He lowered his father gently sideways onto the bank. Then, ignoring the cold, he reached beneath his clothing to remove his purse. Loosening the thong, he slipped the three gold nuggets into his palm. He went to drop the smallest one in the stream. He hesitated. Did Danú see all ...