It was said of the Fianna that if the leaves of the trees were all made of gold and the foam on the waves all silver, the Fianna would give it all away. Living off the land all summer long, and walking lightly, these were the greatest band of warriors ever to roam Ireland, defending it from threats inside and out. Heroes all, in their own right, they were forged by their leader Fionn Mac Cumhaill into a fighting force far greater than the sum of its parts: generous, joyful, and courageous, and always holding their brotherhood higher than anything else.

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