"Don"t you like music?"
"I do, surely," said Paddy, "and I"m a good dancer, too."
"Lift up the big flag over there in the corner, and you"ll get my pipes under it."
Paddy lifted the flag, got the pipes, and gave them to the little man.
He squeezed the pipes on him, and began playing melodious music. Paddy began dancing till he was tired. Then they had another drink, and the little man said:
"Do as my mother told you, and I"ll show you great riches. You can bring your wife in here, but don"t tell her that I"m there, and she won"t see me. Any time at all that ale or wine are wanting, come here and draw.
Farewell, now; go to sleep, and come again to me to-morrow night."
Paddy went to bed, and it wasn"t long till he fell asleep.
On the morning of the day on the morrow, Paddy went home, and brought his wife and children to the big house, and they were very comfortable.
That night Paddy went down to the cellar; the little man welcomed him and asked him did he wish to dance?
"Not till I get a drink," said Paddy.
"Drink your fill," said the little man; "that barrel will never be empty as long as you live."
Paddy drank the full of the goblet, and gave a drink to the little man.
Then the little man said to him:
"I am going to the Fortress of the Fairies to-night, to play music for the good people, and if you come with me you"ll see fine fun. I"ll give you a horse that you never saw the like of him before."
"I"ll go with you, and welcome," said Paddy; "but what excuse will I make to my wife?"
"I"ll bring you away from her side without her knowing it, when you are both asleep together, and I"ll bring you back to her the same way," said the little man.
"I"m obedient," says Paddy; "we"ll have another drink before I leave you."
He drank drink after drink, till he was half drunk, and he went to bed with his wife.
When he awoke he found himself riding on a broom near Doon-na-shee, and the little man riding on another besom by his side. When they came as far as the green hill of the Doon, the little man said a couple of words that Paddy did not understand. The green hill opened, and the pair went into a fine chamber.
Paddy never saw before a gathering like that which was in the Doon. The whole place was full up of little people, men and women, young and old.
They all welcomed little Donal--that was the name of the piper--and Paddy O"Kelly. The king and queen of the fairies came up to them, and said:
"We are all going on a visit to-night to Cnoc Matha, to the high king and queen of our people."
They all rose up then and went out. There were horses ready for each one of them, and the _coash-t"ya bower_ for the king and queen. The king and queen got into the coach, each man leaped on his own horse, and be certain that Paddy was not behind. The piper went out before them, and began playing them music, and then off and away with them. It was not long till they came to Cnoc Matha. The hill opened, and the king of the fairy host pa.s.sed in.
Finvara and Nuala were there, the arch-king and queen of the fairy host of Connacht, and thousands of little persons. Finvara came up and said:
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"We are going to play a hurling match to-night against the fairy host of Munster, and unless we beat them our fame is gone for ever. The match is to be fought out on Moytura, under Slieve Belgadaun."
The Connacht host cried out: "We are all ready, and we have no doubt but we"ll beat them."
"Out with ye all," cried the high king; "the men of the hill of Nephin will be on the ground before us."
They all went out, and little Donal and twelve pipers more before them, playing melodious music. When they came to Moytura, the fairy host of Munster and the fairy men of the hill of Nephin were there before them.
Now it is necessary for the fairy host to have two live men beside them when they are fighting or at a hurling match, and that was the reason that little Donal took Paddy O"Kelly with him. There was a man they called the "_Yellow Stongirya_" with the fairy host of Munster, from Ennis, in the County Clare.
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It was not long till the two hosts took sides; the ball was thrown up between them, and the fun began in earnest. They were hurling away, and the pipers playing music, until Paddy O"Kelly saw the host of Munster getting the strong hand, and he began helping the fairy host of Connacht. The _Stongirya_ came up and he made at Paddy O"Kelly, but Paddy turned him head over heels. From hurling the two hosts began at fighting, but it was not long until the host of Connacht beat the other host. Then the host of Munster made flying beetles of themselves, and they began eating every green thing that they came up to. They were destroying the country before them until they came as far as Cong. Then there rose up thousands of doves out of the hole, and they swallowed down the beetles. That hole has no other name until this day but Pull-na-gullam, the dove"s hole.
When the fairy host of Connacht won their battle, they came back to Cnoc Matha joyous enough, and the king Finvara gave Paddy O"Kelly a purse of gold, and the little piper brought him home, and put him into bed beside his wife, and left him sleeping there.
A month went by after that without anything worth mentioning, until one night Paddy went down to the cellar, and the little man said to him: "My mother is dead; burn the house over her."
"It is true for you," said Paddy. "She told me that she hadn"t but a month to be in the world, and the month was up yesterday."
On the next morning of the next day Paddy went to the hut and he found the hag dead. He put a coal under the hut and burned it. He came home and told the little man that the hag was burnt. The little man gave him a purse and said to him: "This purse will never be empty as long as you are alive. Now, you will never see me more; but have a loving remembrance of the weasel. She was the beginning and the prime cause of your riches." Then he went away and Paddy never saw him again.
Paddy O"Kelly and his wife lived for years after this in the large house, and when he died he left great wealth behind him, and a large family to spend it.
There now is the story for you, from the first word to the last, as I heard it from my grandmother.
The Black Horse
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Once there was a king and he had three sons, and when the king died, they did not give a shade of anything to the youngest son, but an old white limping garron.
"If I get but this," quoth he, "it seems that I had best go with this same."
He was going with it right before him, sometimes walking, sometimes riding. When he had been riding a good while he thought that the garron would need a while of eating, so he came down to earth, and what should he see coming out of the heart of the western airt towards him but a rider riding high, well, and right well.
"All hail, my lad," said he.
"Hail, king"s son," said the other.
"What"s your news?" said the king"s son.
"I have got that," said the lad who came. "I am after breaking my heart riding this a.s.s of a horse; but will you give me the limping white garron for him?"