The Story of Setanta
Listen to the Class read the story: SETANTA CLASS
My name is Setanta. I am very good at hurling. I live in Armagh and my uncle is King Conor. One day when I was playing a hurling match, King Conor invited me to a banquet. I told him I’d follow on. King Conor forgot about Setanta and Cullen locked the gates. He got the fierce hound to defend the forge. When I finished the match I went off to the banquet but the fierce hound dog attacked me. I swung my hurley stick in the air and hit the sliotar. I went in the direction of the dog and hit it in the head. He dropped dead. Everyone was happy that I was alive but Cullen was a bit sad that his hound was dead. I promised to guard the forge until they had a new hound dog. So everyone called me Cuchullan.
