Mannan’s wealth in cold dark waters sunk,
Ancient gold, hidden deep.
Never to be found,
Never to be moved, but by four snowy white steeds that
Alone were prophesied to raise the hoard.
Night-time visit by treasure-seekers.
Searching the depths
Chains, they found there….pull… pull…pull…
And at the last second the chain snapped. Who to blame? Look… there..is it?…yes…a…
Single black hair, marring the perfection of a stallion’s back.
Left to the depths to feed an
Eternity of stories.
by Abby McSherry, inspired by a story told in the Heritage Schools Education pack.