Second Transformation of Tuan
Hot sculpted and engraved glass
10 x 19 x 9
Now, again the land was empty, the hills silent, I had lost my swiftness and my grace. I woke as a black boar with sharp tusks and yellow teath to tear my prey; on my back a mane of bristles so sharp and high a plump apple might stick there and rot.
But I was young again, and I was glad. I was king of the boar-herds of Éireann; strong and powerful, afraid of nothing.