"Hundreds of years ago, there was this beautiful girl called Grainne. She was promised in marriage to marry this fella called Fionn. He was kind of a cranky old warlord old enough to be her grandfather. And therefore, she wasn't in love with him. On the night of their betrothal, whom did she meet but a handsome young warrior--Diarmuid. They fell madly in love at first sight. But well, what could she do? She slips a sleeping potion in everyone's drinks and the pair of them run off together across the Shannon. Fionn wakes, and there's Grainne gone. Well, he goes mental. Takes his army and heads off in hot pursuit. But it was the people, you know, the people in the villages of Ireland--they took pity on Diarmuld and Grainne. They hid them in forests and in their barns and castles where they'd sleep one night and then they'd move on. Sleep was all they did. 'Cause Diarmuid, good man that he was suffering the old guilt about two timing Fionn and out of respect for him didn't take it any further. And then they came to this castle...and this view. And its said, you know, that unable to reist such beauty that here...in this place, they consummated their love."
-Matthew Goode Leap Year. 2010. cute movie, cute story.
