DEFEAT AND FLIGHT OF THE LOCHLANNS.
Now as to Luga. After parting from his father, he journeyed westward till he reached Ath-Luan,[x.x.xVII.] thence to Ros-Coman, and over Moy-Lurg to the Curlieu Hills, and to the mountain of Kesh-Corran, till he reached the "Great Plain of the a.s.sembly," where the foreigners were encamped, with the spoils of Connaught around them.
As he drew nigh to the Fomorian encampment, Bres, the son of Balor, arose and said--
"A wonderful thing has come to pa.s.s this day; for the sun, it seems to me, has risen in the west."
"It would be better that it were so," said the druids,[3] "than that matters should be as they are."
"What else can it be, then?" asked Bres.
"The light you see," replied the druids, "is the brightness of the face, and the flashing of the weapons of Luga of the Long Arms, our deadly enemy, he who slew our tax-gatherers, and who now approaches."
Then Luga came up peacefully and saluted them.
"How does it come to pa.s.s that you salute us," said they, "since you are, as we know well, our enemy?"
"I have good cause for saluting you," answered Luga; "for only one half of my blood is Dedannan; the other half comes from you; for I am the son of the daughter of Balor of the Mighty Blows, your king.[7] And now I come in peace, to ask you to give back to the men of Connaught all the milch cows you have taken from them."
"May ill luck follow thee," said one of the Fomorian leaders, in a voice loud and wrathful, "until thou get one of them, either a milch cow or a dry cow!"
And the others spoke in a like strain.
Then Luga put a druidical spell upon the plundered cattle; and he sent all the milch cows home, each to the door of her owner"s house, throughout all that part of Connaught that had been plundered. But the dry cows he left, so that the Fomorians might be c.u.mbered, and that they might not leave their encampment till the Fairy Host should arrive to give them battle.
Luga tarried three days and three nights near them, and at the end of that time the Fairy Host arrived, and placed themselves under his command. They encamped near the Fomorians, and in a little time Bove Derg, son of the Dagda, joined them with twenty-nine hundred men.
Then they made ready for the fight. The Ildana put on Mannanan"s coat of mail and his breast-plate; he took also his helmet, which was called Cannbarr, and it glittered in the sun with dazzling brightness; he slung his broad, dark-blue shield from his shoulder at one side; his long, keen-edged sword hung at his thigh; and lastly, he took his two long, heavy-handled spears, which had been tempered in the poisonous blood of adders. The other kings and chiefs of the men of Erin arrayed their men in battle ranks; hedges of glittering spears rose high above their heads; and their shields, placed edge to edge, formed a firm fence around them.
Then at the signal they attacked the Fomorians, and the Fomorians, in no degree dismayed, answered their onset. At first a cloud of whizzing javelins flew from rank to rank across the open s.p.a.ce, and as the warriors rushed together in closer conflict, their spears were shivered in their hands. Then they drew their gold-hilted swords, and fought foot to foot and shield to shield, so that a forest of bright flashes rose high above their helmets, from the clashing of their keen-tempered weapons.
In the midst of the fight, Luga looked round, and seeing at some distance, Bres, surrounded by his Fomorian warriors, dealing havoc and death among the Dedannans, he rushed through the press of battle, and attacked first Bres"s guards so fiercely that in a few moments twenty of them fell beneath his blows.
Then he struck at Bres himself, who, unable to withstand his furious onset, cried aloud--
"Why should we be enemies, since thou art of my kin? Let there be peace between us, for nothing can withstand thy blows. Let there be peace, and I will undertake to bring my Fomorians to a.s.sist thee at Moytura,[11]
and I will promise never again to come to fight against thee."
And Bres swore by the sun and the moon, by the sea and land, and by all the elements,[x.x.xVIII.] to fulfil his engagement; and on these conditions Luga granted him his life.
Then the Fomorians, seeing their chief overcome, dropped their arms, and sued for quarter. The Fomorian druids and men of learning next came to Luga to ask him to spare their lives; and Luga answered them--
"So far am I from wishing to slay you, that in truth, if you had taken the whole Fomorian race under your protection, I would have spared them."
And after this, Bres, the son of Balor, returned to his own country with his druids, and with those of his army who had escaped from the battle.
FOOTNOTES:
[x.x.xVII.] _Ath-Luan_, now Athlone; _Ros-Coman_, now Roscommon; _Moy-Lurg_, a plain in the county Roscommon; Curlieu Hills, a range of hills near Boyle, in Roscommon; Kesh-Corran, a well-known mountain in Sligo. The "Great Plain of the a.s.sembly" must have been near Ballysodare, in Sligo.
[x.x.xVIII.] A usual form of oath among the ancient Irish. (See, for an account of this oath, the author"s "Origin and History of Irish Names of Places," Series II. chap. XIV.)
CHAPTER IV.
THE ERIC-FINE ON THE SONS OF TURENN FOR THE SLAYING OF KIAN.
Towards the close of the day, when the battle was ended, Luga espied two of his near friends; and he asked them if they had seen his father, Kian, in the fight. And when they answered, "No," Luga said--
"My father is not alive; for if he lived he would surely have come to help me in the battle. And now I swear that neither food nor drink will I take till I have found out who has slain him, and the manner of his death."
Then Luga set out with a small chosen band of the Fairy Host, and he halted not till he reached the place where he had parted from his father. And from that he travelled on to the plain of Murthemna, where Kian had been forced to take the shape of a pig to avoid the sons of Turenn, and where they had slain him.
When he had come near to the very spot, he walked some little way before his companions, and the stones of the earth spoke beneath his feet, and said--
"Here thy father lies, O Luga. Grievous was Kian"s strait when he was forced to take the shape of a pig on seeing the three sons of Turenn; and here they slew him in his own shape!"
The blood that they spilled, The hero they killed, Shall darken their lives till their doom be fulfilled!
Luga stood for a while silent, pondering on these words. But as his companions came up, he told them what had happened; and having pointed out the spot from which the voice came, he caused the ground to be dug up. There they found the body, and raised it to the surface; and when they had examined it, they saw that it was covered all over with gory wounds and bruises.
Then Luga spoke after a long silence, "A cruel and merciless death has my beloved father suffered at the hands of the sons of Turenn!"
He kissed his father"s face three times, and again spoke, grieving, "Ill fare the day on which my father was slain! Woful is this deed to me, for my eyes see not, my ears hear not, and my heart"s pulse has ceased to beat, for grief. Why, O ye G.o.ds whom I worship, why was I not present when this deed was done? Alas! an evil thing has happened, for the Dedannans have slain their brother Dedannan. Ill shall they fare of this fratricide, for its consequences shall follow them, and long shall the crime of brother against brother continue to be committed in Erin!"
And he spoke this speech--
A dreadful doom my father found On that ill-omened even-tide; And here I mourn beside the mound, Where, whelmed by numbers, Kian died,-- This lonely mound of evil fame, That long shall bear the hero"s name!
Alas! an evil deed is done, And long shall Erin rue the day: There shall be strife "twixt sire and son, And brothers shall their brothers slay; Vengeance shall smite the murderers too, And vengeance all their race pursue!
The light has faded from mine eyes; My youthful strength and power have fled Weary my heart with ceaseless sighs; Ambition, hope, and joy are dead; And all the world is draped in gloom-- The shadow of my father"s tomb!
Then they placed the hero again in the grave, and they raised a tomb over him with his name graved in Ogam;[x.x.xIX.] after which his lamentation lays were sung, and his funeral games were performed.
When these rites were ended, Luga said to his people, "Go ye now to Tara, where the king of Erin sits on his throne with the Dedannans around him; but do not make these things known till I myself have told them."
So Luga"s people went straightway to Tara, as he had bade them; but of the murder of Kian they said naught. Luga himself arrived some time after, and was received with great honour, being put to sit high over the others, at the king"s side; for the fame of his mighty deeds at the battle of the a.s.sembly Plain had been noised over the whole country, and had come to the ears of the king.
After he was seated, he looked round the hall, and saw the sons of Turenn in the a.s.sembly. Now these three sons of Turenn exceeded all the champions in Tara, in comeliness of person, in swiftness of foot, and in feats of arms; and, next to Luga himself, they were the best and bravest in the battles against the Fomorians; wherefore they were honoured by the king beyond most others.
Luga asked the king that the chain of silence[XL.] should be shaken; and when it was shaken, and when all were listening in silence, he stood up and spoke--
"I perceive, ye n.o.bles of the Dedannan race, that you have given me your attention, and now I have a question to put to each man here present: What vengeance would you take of the man who should knowingly and of design kill your father?"