The Marsh Tales from Tales of Avalon It was raining harder, and the wind seemed to drive the wet and cold through the wattle sides of the healer's hut. Darkness of later afternoon was settling in. Cethin built up the small fire and found furs for their shoulders. All thought of an evening meal was forgotten. "Tell me, then," he said. "Tell me, Mother Fianna, about the Tales." "Morla's Tale you already know," she said. "It is the oldest of tales,...