The Lugh of Lughnasadh is a God. He variously defeated, or is the son/grandson of, the ancient Celtic Father God, Balor/Belor/Baal.
Everything that we know about Lugh tells us that he was a catch for any young lady. Beautifully handsome, skilled in a range of things, brilliant in all of his endeavors.
His name turns up all over the place in Great Britain and Ireland. Most famously it is in Lugh's Dun, better known as London.
Those great fairs at Lughnasadh weren't just about exchanging winter provisions, or finding a mate. They were also a time for tribes to demonstrate their prowess and skill in other things too. Alongside the craft-working and weapon forging, there were shows of strength and tournaments.
Therefore, it is with a wry smile that I note, at the time of writing, the world's focus upon the Olympic Games in London. The opening ceremony occurred around Lammas too. Danny Boyle orchestrated a huge display of all it meant to be British. It's purely coincidental, but very much plays into the celebrations that would have been held in Lugh's name.
But there was a darker side too. If Lugh represented the great abundance of ripe crops, then he had to die. Who killed the corn king? The grim reaper did.
There have been many hints that this sacrifice wasn't always symbolic. If a king was the living embodiment of his country, and the harvest wasn't good, then something had to give.
A persistent rumor has it that William Rufus, son of William the Conqueror, died in this way. He was killed in the New Forest, with an arrow to the lung. Later Anglo-Saxon chroniclers added the name of Walter Tirel (aka Tyrrell) as his assassin.
Though there is absolutely no historical evidence to state that William II was a Pagan, the date is telling. He died on August 2nd 1100, which is during Lammas. He was king and he died in the depths of the forest.
The country-people at the time would have made the connection, even if the nobles did not.