The Cult
Fionn received no temple cult — no shrine, festival, or priesthood is recorded for him anywhere in the Irish evidence — but to call him uncultivated would miss the record entirely. His 'worship' was performed in the vernacular, and it was sung: the Fenian ballads carried his name across Ireland, the Scottish Highlands, and Gaelic Nova Scotia as living repertoire into the twentieth century, collected from oral singers long after the manuscripts were old. Folk practice preserved him too — the 'thumb of knowledge', suck the thumb when wisdom is wanted, survived in the Scottish Highlands as Fionn's own gift, recorded by the nineteenth-century collectors from informants who still used it. His landscape was honored by being named: the Giant's Causeway explained as his road to Scotland, Ben Bulben as his hunting ground. No altar, then; but singing, thumb, and map, kept longer than many altars were.


