Abhartach the Vampire.

 

The next story suggests a possible link between Irish vampire myths and Bram Stoker's Dracula.  People over the years have thought that Dracula was based upon that old Romanian prince called Vlad the Impailer who had a nasty habit of killing those who opposed him in a rather blood thirsty manner.

 

However the truth may be closer to home.

 

Abhartach the Vampire.

In the north Derry area, between the towns of Garvagh and Dungiven, in a district known as Glenuilin,  we may find a clue to Dracula's origins.

In the middle of a field in the remote townland of Slaughtaverty, is an area known locally as the 'Giant's Grave' but which may be more properly described as Abhartach's tomb.

 

On the grave itself is thorn bush under which lies a large and heavy stone. Originally there were more stones, the remnants of an old monument, but these have been removed over time by local farmers for building purposes. There is little doubt that the tomb was once an imposing place and that it has given the townland its name.

 

But who was Abhartach?

During the fifth and sixth centuries, the Glenullin area was a patchwork of petty kingdoms, each with its own local ruler or 'king'. These kings may have been Gaelic chieftains or tribal warlords and there is ample evidence of their rule, for the countryside is dotted with hill forts, ancient raths and early fortifications which marked their respective territories.

 

Abhartach, according to tradition, was one of these chieftains.

Local descriptions of him vary. Some say that he was a dwarf, others that he was deformed in some way, but most agree that he was a powerful wizard and was extremely evil. So evil, in fact, that those over whom he ruled wished to get rid of him.

However, they were so terrified of him they wouldn’t kill him themselves, so they persuaded another chieftain, Cathán, to perform the deed for them. Cathán slew Abhartach and buried him standing up in an isolated grave. However, the following day Abhartach returned, evil as ever and demanded a bowl of blood, drawn from the veins of his subjects, in order to sustain his vile corpse. In great terror, the people asked Cathán to slay him once more. This Cathán did, burying the corpse as before. However, the following day, Abhartach returned again, demanding the same gory tribute from his people.

 

Well they do say it’s hard to keep a good man down.

 

Depending upon which version of the folktale you subscribe to, Cathán was puzzled and consulted either a local druid or an early Christian saint, as to why Abhartach couldn’t be killed. There are several 'hermitages' in the area and according to tradition these were the dwellings of particularly holy men. The most notable is in Gortnamoyagh Forest on the very edge of Glenullin where local people will still point out 'The saint's track', a series of stations near to a holy well. Close by was said to have been the hermitage of a saint known as Eoghan or John who is credited with founding a place of Christian worship in the area (the site is still known as Churchtown although any related foundation has long since vanished).

 

A 'footprint' on a stony prominence in the forest is also attributed to this saint and it is said that from here he flew from Gortnamoyah to say Mass in his own little church. When I say ‘flew’ I don’t mean by plane. His name appears in several local place names, Killowen in Coleraine (about fifteen miles away) and Magilligan (about twenty miles away).

It was to this Druid or saint that Cathán is believed to have gone. The venerable old man listened long and hard to the chieftain's tale. When Cathán had finished his tale the old man said to him,

 

“Abhartach is not really alive. Through his devilish arts he has become one of the undead. He has become a drinker of human blood. He can’t actually be slain but he can be restrained.”

 

He then proceeded to give the astonished Cathán instructions as to how to 'suspend' the vampiric creature,

 

“Abhartach must be slain with a sword made from yew wood and must be buried upside down in the earth, thorns and ash twigs must be sprinkled around him and a heavy stone must be placed directly on top of him. Should the stone be lifted, however, the vampire would be free to walk the earth once more” said the old man. Could this have been the origin of a wooden stake through the heart?

 

Cathán returned to Glenullin and did what the holy man told him. Abhartach was slain with a wooden sword and was buried upside down with thorns placed all around the gravesite. On top of the actual grave, Cathán built a great tomb which could be seen for miles around. This has now vanished but the stone remains and a tree, which grew from the scattered thorns, rises above it.

 

The land on which the grave is situated has acquired a rather sinister reputation over the generations. Locally it is considered to be 'bad ground' and has been the subject of a number of family disagreements over the years. In 1997, attempts were made to clear the land and if local tradition is to be believed workmen who attempted to cut down the tree found that their brand-new chain-saw stopped without reason on three occasions.

When attempting to lift the great stone, a steel chain suddenly snapped, cutting the hand of one of the labourers and, significantly, allowing blood to soak into the ground. Although legends still abound in the locality of the 'man who was buried three times' and of a fantastic treasure which was buried with him, few local people will approach the grave, especially after dark.

This, then, in essence is the legend with its folkloric additions. But is it simply an isolated tale or does it fit into a tradition of Irish vampire tales which could have influenced Bram Stoker? The spilling of blood was not uncommon amongst the ancient Irish, indeed animal blood was ritually let under Christian directive upon St Martin's Eve (11 November). The roots of this tradition undoubtedly go back into pagan times and may have a connection with the returning dead.

The horrors of the Famine considerably added to the lore. The blood of pigs and cows supplemented a meagre diet, either drunk in a raw state or made into relish cakes (a mixture of meal, vegetable tops and blood brought together in a kind of patty). Place names in many areas which were badly stricken by the Hunger (for example in parts of Clare and Galway) reflect communal blood-letting sites.

Although most cultures have vampire stories, such tales have a particular resonance in Ireland. Here, interest in and veneration of the dead seems to have played a central part in Celtic thinking.

 

However, it was the historian and folklorist Patrick Weston Joyce who actually made connections between Abhartach and the Irish vampire tradition. Joyce enthusiastically recounted the legend in his own book A History of Ireland (Dublin 1880). This was seventeen years before Dracula was published and it is believed that Stoker, then a Dublin civil servant, read Joyce's work (and presumably the Abhartach legend) with some relish.

Around the same time, manuscript copies of Geoffrey Keating's History of Ireland which made much of the Un-dead, were placed on public display in the National Museum in Dublin. They were on loan from Trinity College Library (which possessed two manuscript copies) and the display included chapter ten on the undead. Although Stoker himself couldn’t read Irish, he had many friends and acquaintances who did and he may have received at least part of the work in translation.

So there you have it. Could the legend of the vampire-king, coupled with the strong tradition of blood-drinking Irish chieftains and nobles told  to Bram Stoker as a child by his Sligo born mother and the Kerry maids who worked about his Dublin home, have eventually given him the idea of Count Dracula?

Certainly, Stoker was not writing from any great experience of Eastern Europe. He had never been there and was relying heavily on tourist accounts of the region. His experiences may have come more directly from Irish folklore.

Even the name Dracula has an Irish connection. In Irish, droc'ola means 'bad' or 'tainted blood' and whilst it is now taken to refer to 'blood feuds' between persons or families, it may have a far older meaning. So can we really consign the vampire to some remote part of Eastern Europe, where he is unlikely to do us any harm, or do we keep a clove of garlic handy?