"It may well be," he admits, "for certainly his name became associated with death and doom. But we speak of Lugh, today, who was raised in fosterage with his uncle, Gavida the smith. When he came of age, he set out to Tara, to join the court of King Nuada--but the doorkeeper would only admit those who had some special skill with which to serve the king."

"Lugh had learned much from his uncle, and so he asked the doorman of each. 'Have you a wright?' 'We have a great wright.' 'Have you a smith?' 'We have a very fine smith.' Champion, swordsman, harpist, hero, poet and historian, sorcerer, craftsman, all these things they had, each more skilled than Lugh. "Ah, but,' he asked at length, 'have you any one who is all of those things?' At this, the doorman grudgingly gave way, for they did not."