Here’s the stone that Peter gave me right before we left Ireland. Every mummer carries one. He told me that if I take care of it, it will take care of me. Mine is supposed to be a likeness of Queen Medb, queen of Connacht in the Ulster Cycle of Irish mythology. She was one bad ass queen, and really liked bulls. In fact, she wanted one particular bull so much, she went to war. Her name supposedly means “she who intoxicates.” Dang.