The First Traveller
I am a British Christian. My family were Christians when Ireland was still in pagan darkness. I belong to the ancient church of this land. I didn’t like the thought of this Irish missionary upstart. I thought he was a puppet of the English king, whom I hate. When I saw him coming down the lane I would have passed by in silence. But something about him, something in the way he looked at me, made me stop. ‘Are Read More …