It happened once on the Isle of Erin where there lived Aodh of Baile Átha Clíath. And Aodh was the son of a son of a son of a smith that dealt with the dealings of all metals of precious to crude. Being a son of a son of a son of the smith meant that no matter the task, no matter the request, no matter the foolishness of the man, and no matter the inexperience of yourself you must do the work asked of you.
But it was no problem for the crafty Aodh, for no task presented to him was too great a challenge, too great of a mission, nor too great that any quick-witted, dastardly, raggedly clothed, silver-tongued man or beast could