Ross Castle, County Meath.
Ross Castle, County
Meath is located overlooking Lough Sheelin.
It was built in the early 16th century by Richard Nugent, the
12th Baron Delvin. He had a
sinister reputation and was said to be ill tempered and cruel, possibly giving
rise to his nickname, the Black Baron.
One story that illustrates his evil nature concerns the nearby village
of Ross. It all started when a local
woman having baked a loaf of bread placed it upon the window sill of her
cottage to cool. A passing dog saw this
as an opportunity to avail himself of a free meal and promptly grabbed the loaf
and ran off with it. The woman, seeing
what had happened yelled out of the open window “Stop thief”, the dog dropped
the loaf and headed for safety.
A beggar was passing
through the village as this was going on, it was a warm day and as he felt a
little tired he decided to rest under the shade of a tree. The Baron and his entourage were out hunting
along the shores of the lake, when he heard the story about the bread thief, he
became angry as he felt any crime reflected upon his position as a Lord of the
realm. Unfortunately for the beggar, the
Baron rode into the village to question the woman as to the theft when he saw
the beggar sleeping under the tree. The
Baron demanded to know what he had done with the loaf and the beggar, knowing
he had done nothing wrong, denied any knowledge of the crime. The Baron flew into a rage and accused him of
being a thief and a liar, the beggar begged him to believe him but the Baron
refused to listen. As the local Lord he had the right to pass judgement as he
saw fit and he immediately ordered the locals to provide a strong rope. He hanged the poor beggar from the branch of
the tree that shortly before had provided him with protection from the sun.
Shortly afterwards the locals found the missing loaf. They placed a cross at the place where the
beggar was hanged and hundreds of years later the black deeds of that day are
still remembered.
The Black Baron went on
to have a daughter who they named Sabina. Although a sickly child she grew to
be a beautiful young woman. It is said
that she loved walking along the shores of Lough Sheelin and that these walks
brought her into contact with many of the local villagers. Although she was the daughter of the cruel
and evil Black Baron the locals knew her to be kind and she was well liked by
all who knew her. One fine day, as she was
walking towards the bridge that crosses the River Inny she met a handsome young
man and they began to exchange pleasantries.
His name was Orwin and he was the son of an O’Reilly chieftain, there
was an immediate attraction and before parting company they agreed to meet
again. Their meetings had to be kept
secret for she was the daughter of an English Lord and he was the son of an
Irish chieftain and in those days any relationship between them would not have
been looked upon favourably. It wasn’t
long before love blossomed.
As time passed they
realised that they could never be together, they wanted to marry but knew their
families would oppose such a union as the two sides were constantly at war with
each other. Orwin and Sabina longed to be together and the only way this could
become a reality was for them to run away together. They knew that if they stayed there could be
no future for them, one night they met in secrecy. They had arranged a boat down by the lakeside
and planned to row across the lake and into freedom; they climbed aboard and
began their ill fated journey. As they
crossed the Lough a sudden storm began, these storms were well known in the
area but this one caught them by surprise, a strong wind caused a swell that
engulfed their boat and capsized it.
Sabina was rescued but lay in a coma for three days, Orwin was not so
lucky, his body was eventually found, washed up on the shore. Sabina, upon being told of her lover’s fate
fell into a deep depression, she locked herself in the castle tower and refused
to eat or drink. Eventually she fell into a deep sleep from which she never
woke.
Locals believe that her
ghost haunts the castle walls; it is as if she walks the battlements looking
out over Lough Sheelin searching for her lost love, hoping in vain to be
reunited with him. Some people suggest
that it is her revenge upon her father and his cruelty, he is cursed to wander
through eternity by the victims of his cruelty, his evil deeds, and for the
grief he suffers for the loss of his only daughter.
Thanks for the recent postings. It would seem that, as a rule, castles are not particularly lucky places. Or do you know of castles whose lore tells of happier circumstances?
ReplyDeleteIn any case, thanks again. Your posts are, as always, interesting and much appreciated.
Regards,
Mak