Hooray!
Yes, one of my favourite stories to tell people is of the one of the trivialities of battle that we Celts once used.
Heheh.
Back in the day, it was not unsual for the families of a warrior to come along to watch their husband/father/brother pit himself against the enemy.
(I assume you know this, but in battle, celts were true warriors! They fought like beserkers, wearing little armour, and fighitng for personal glory, not as a team. Which was why they got slaughtered so often>.>)
Well, if a warrior noticed that the battle wasn't going in his favour, well, the *obvious* thing to do if you were a Celt, was to do the sensible thing, and kill your family before the enemy did!
Isn't that a lovely tale?
Of course, pagan beleifs would have ensured a lovely afterlife for the fine folk, but I love the idea of daddykins murdering his family just to be 'nice'.:}
(Hahaha, yeah, I have Scotttish blood too unfortunately. Damn intermingling celts!)