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Sometimes rivers and streams had a sinister symbolism as border areas between life and death. A common reason is the Washer of the ford, a goddess of war who used to wait in a ford, sometimes disguised as a woman, others of a raven or a crow, and I decided that warriors passing along she would die that day on the battlefield. While

went into battle, a group of soldiers stopped at a ford, where watched the terrible sight of the ghost of a slender woman who looked with his eyes red with anger over his gray hair. And their feet, bathed in blood, lay piled the bodies of several vacuous, some so disfigured that neither their own mothers they might have been recognized.
To the astonishment of the soldiers, she let out a laugh that izo frightening that a chill will run throughout the body. Slowly, she lifted one arm and was pointing to each of the men. In the end, the team leader met approximate value for women and, with indescribable effort, managed to ask, "Who are you?".
"Me?" Exclaimed. "I am Morrigan, Phantom Queen, although some call me the washer of the ford. Knocknerea sleep on the mountain, deep in the Cairn of moves, and I work to wander through the torrents of Ireland, dealing the evil men. " "And who are they?" Asked the head of the group, "Men who lie in such terrible battery? Are those who killed and maimed as today? ". Morrigan
then exclaimed: "I do not I have killed these men I have not even touched a hair of their heads!". To say, men with pierced his eye. "Look back to these dead warriors. They are men who are behind you and are and what will become tonight, after the battle. I just limit myself to clean the blood of its members. "
The chief looked back the bodies and began to recognize the traits of one of the warriors who accompanied him.
then slowly leaned Morrigan so bloody loot and showed an object to the head, the look and recognize achievement in the hair bloodied his own severed head.