Children of Danu: Four Treasures

From northern halls beyond the rim. Where fire was thought and iron hem.

From cities lost to mortal sight. They learned their craft in forge and rite.

Four winds their teachers, word and flame. They crossed the veil,

they crossed the name. No storm pursued, nor thunder cried. The sea lay

still, the mist spread wide. Three days the island held its

breath. Between the age of birth and death. And in that

fog both near and far. Came law and song and measured star.

We are the children of Danu. Borne of hand and hidden flame. We bend the