Martin Shaw

It is called The Birth of Oisín.

Finn immediately recognizes that he is in the presence of something extremely unusual.

He is just about to close his eyes and there's a knock.

I would have had no sense.

I wouldn't have been able to absorb the idea.

Right up until the moment I found out that it had happened, it never would have occurred to me.

I was very pleased with the way things were going already, but this is a whole other thing.

You say, I'm going to fall asleep.

I've got a pillow here.

No, no.

Yeah.

If you fall asleep, I will take that as high praise.

And when I ask you, you just say, I was doing dream work, Martin, for goodness sake.

You're so unsophisticated.

So-

What I was thinking about, you and I were talking earlier, and you mentioned that you'd actually lived in Donegal in Ireland for a period of time.

So I want to tell a story in praise of your Irish years.

So forgive me, are you just making something up?

No, no, no, no, no.

This would be a Bronze Age Irish story that sort of came into polite society probably a few hundred years ago, but would have been told around the half fires and the campfires in Ireland for thousands of years.