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  More about the Barghest on Patreon : Death happens to everyone, the only question being whether everyone knows it has happened to them or not. The God of Death did not like Myndil, because Myndil had discovered a way of reaching the otherworld without expiring, and this annoyed him. Rules were made only to be broken consciously, and Myndil had tripped over the line of regulations and hopped back over without paying the toll. What Myndil did was not wrong, but it was obvious that he had received help from someone other than himself, and Death wanted to know from whom. Myndil was entirely unsuspicious of being watched, as was the barghest of being the one watching him: Myndil was whipping Ozzy’s arm across the garden, the barghest was leaping into the air to catch it, and their game of fetch was all either cared for until Sister Iarlaith came out from the kitchen to call Myndil in. “’Mon in, Myndil-son! That’s the dae gone and the warmth gone wi’ yit! Yer milk’s oan. Ah did it...

 An addendum to the story posted HERE : Aodhgan deserved to have children happen to him, and god, hearing his petition, thought he particularly deserved to have a girl happen. Daughters do not always happen to those who merit them most, but they must naturally belong to those who think they could never say no to them.                 They returned to the abbey and had a pleasant dinner waiting for them, the nisser coming in with fresh cream cheese and salted butter for the brown bread Sister Iarlaith was putting on table. The children were scrubbed and hands were cleaned, and everyone sat down together—even a few of the boggarts joined them, to inhale the pageant of crumbs now garlanding the seats and glean a few scraps of cold chicken by the way. Myndil related everything that happened during their visit to the farm to Brother Crannach and Sister Iarlaidh throughout dinner, telling them about the newbor...

Myndil's adventures take him all over Erie, but what happens when the fae send him northward? To read the full novella, visit HERE The people in the village were still huddled in their homes, peering out windows, waiting for the beast to go away, but even if Aodhgan should hunt enough deer or boar to keep Krampus out of their homes and in good standing with Gryla, the people in the village would only be in danger again a week hence. There was no time, however, to think of a better scheme: the raucous footfalls told them that Gryla was returning, and instead of hunting, Aodhgan had another idea: he was going to let Myndil happen to her. Gryla had never seen him before, so it was only fair. Everyone ought to have Myndil happen to them once in their lives, especially if their lives were hundreds of years long. She was owed at least three happenings by now, and could borrow a few from the abbot if she felt short-changed.            ...