A Celtic odyssey

Let me speak of the time of the gods, I speak of a time of mystery and power, a time of awe, a time of magic, I speak of an elder, lost time.Let me speak then of the man born of a woman cloistered in the faith of the White Christ, a man born of her by a petty lordling who took her virginity and her sanity. Let me speak of the man who carried his hatred with him like a newly-honed sword, ever ready to strike. Let me speak of the voyage of vengeance that went beyond the world of Men and into the enchanted realms of Faery. Let me speak of Maildun.