Now the boat in which she was brought to land was kept half full of sea water, in which she remained swimming about. And many came to see her; and all were filled with wonder when they saw her strange shape and heard her story.
Among the rest came the chief of the tribe of Hua-Conang, wearing a purple cloak; and she kept gazing at him earnestly. The young chief, seeing this, said to her--
"Dost thou wish to have this cloak? If so, I will give it to thee willingly."
But she answered, "Not so: I desire not thy cloak. But it brings to my mind my father Ecca; for on the day he was drowned, he wore a cloak of purple like thine. But may good luck be on thee for thy gentleness, and on him who shall come after thee in thy place; and in every a.s.sembly where thy successor sits, may he be known to all without inquiry."
After that there came up a large-bodied, dark-visaged, fierce hero, and killed her lap-dog. Whereupon she was grieved; and she told him that the heroism of himself and his tribe should be stained by the baseness of their minds, and that they should not be able to defend themselves against injuries till they should do penance, by fasting, for her sake.
Then the warrior repented what he had done, and humbled himself before her.
And now there arose a contention about her, as to whom she should belong. Comgall said she was his, forasmuch as she was caught in his territory. But Fergus urged that she belonged to him by right, as it was in his net she was taken. And Beoc said he had the best right of all to her, on account of the promise she had made to him.
And as no one could settle the dispute, these three saints fasted and prayed that G.o.d would give a judgment between them, to show who should own Liban.
And an angel said to one of the company, "Two wild oxen will come hither to-morrow from Carn-Arenn, that is to say, from the grave-mound of Liban"s sister, Ariu. Yoke a chariot to them, and place the mermaid in it; and into whatsoever territory they shall bring her, she shall remain with the owner thereof."
The oxen came on the morrow, as the angel had foretold. And when they were yoked, and when Liban was placed in the chariot, they brought her straightway to Beoc"s church, namely to Tec-Da-Beoc.
Then the saints gave her a choice--either to die immediately after baptism, and go to heaven; or to live on earth as long as she had lived in the sea, and then to go to heaven after these long ages. And the choice she took was to die immediately. Whereupon Comgall baptised her; and he gave her the name of Murgen, that is, "Sea-born," or Murgelt, that is "Mermaid."
And she is counted among the holy virgins, and held in honour and reverence, as G.o.d ordained for her in heaven; and wonders and miracles are performed through her means at Tec-Da-Beoc.
FOOTNOTES:
[LVII.] Muman, _i.e._ Munster.
[LVIII.] Slieve Eblinne, now Slieve Eelim or Slieve Phelim, in Tipperary, sometimes called the Twelve Hills of Evlinn. "Eblinne" is the genitive of "Ebliu."
[LIX.] Now Lough Ree, on the Shannon.
[LX.] See note, page 62; see also note 1 at the end of the book.
[LXI.] The Plain of the Grey Copse, according to the legend, was the name of the plain now covered by Lough Neagh.
[LXII.] Ulad, _i.e._ Ulster.
[LXIII.] Lough Necca, now Lough Neagh.
[LXIV.] Gregory, _i.e._ Pope Gregory.
[LXV.] Dalaradia, the old name of a territory which included the southern half of the county Antrim and a part of Down.
[LXVI.] Inver Ollarba, _i.e._ the _inver_, or mouth of the river Ollarba, which was the ancient name of the Larne Water, in Antrim.
[LXVII.] Miluc, or Meelick, the name of an ancient ecclesiastical establishment in the county Antrim. See "Ecclesiastical Antiquities of Down, Connor, and Dromore" (page 3), by the Rev. William Reeves, M.B., M.R.I.A.
CONNLA OF THE GOLDEN HAIR, AND THE FAIRY MAIDEN.
Connla of the Golden Hair was the son of Conn the Hundred-fighter.[18]
One day as he stood with his father on the royal Hill of Usna,[LXVIII.]
he saw a lady a little way off, very beautiful, and dressed in strange attire. She approached the spot where he stood; and when she was near, he spoke to her, and asked who she was, and from what place she had come.
The lady replied, "I have come from the Land of the Living[19]--a land where there is neither death nor old age, nor any breach of law. The inhabitants of earth call us Aes-shee,[19] for we have our dwellings within large, pleasant, green hills. We pa.s.s our time very pleasantly in feasting and harmless amus.e.m.e.nts, never growing old; and we have no quarrels or contentions."
The king and his company marvelled very much; for though they heard this conversation, no one saw the lady except Connla alone.
"Who is this thou art talking to, my son?" said the king.
And anon she answered for the youth, "Connla is speaking with a lovely, n.o.ble-born young lady, who will never die, and who will never grow old.
I love Connla of the Golden Hair, and I have come to bring him with me to Moy-mell,[19] the plain of never-ending pleasure. On the day that he comes with me he shall be made king; and he shall reign for ever in Fairyland, without weeping and without sorrow. Come with me, O gentle Connla of the ruddy cheek, the fair, freckled neck, and the golden hair!
Come with me, beloved Connla, and thou shalt retain the comeliness and dignity of thy form, free from the wrinkles of old age, till the awful day of judgment!"
Thy flowing golden hair, thy comely face, Thy tall majestic form of peerless grace, That show thee sprung from Conn"s exalted race.
King Conn the Hundred-fighter, being much troubled, called then on his druid,[3] Coran, to put forth his power against the witchery of the banshee[19]--
"O Coran of the mystic arts and of the mighty incantations, here is a contest such as I have never been engaged in since I was made king at Tara--a contest with an invisible lady, who is beguiling my son to Fairyland by her baleful charms. Her cunning is beyond my skill, and I am not able to withstand her power; and if thou, Coran, help not, my son will be taken away from me by the wiles and witchery of a woman from the fairy hills."
Coran, the druid, then came forward, and began to chant against the voice of the lady. And his power was greater than hers for that time, so that she was forced to retire.
As she was going away she threw an apple to Connla, who straightway lost sight of her; and the king and his people no longer heard her voice.
The king and the prince returned with their company to the palace; and Connla remained for a whole month without tasting food or drink, except the apple. And though he ate of it each day, it was never lessened, but was as whole and perfect in the end as at the beginning. Moreover, when they offered him aught else to eat or drink, he refused it; for while he had his apple he did not deem any other food worthy to be tasted. And he began to be very moody and sorrowful, thinking of the lovely fairy maiden.
At the end of the month, as Connla stood by his father"s side among the n.o.bles, on the Plain of Arcomin, he saw the same lady approaching him from the west. And when she had come near, she addressed him in this manner--
"A glorious seat, indeed, has Connla among wretched, short-lived mortals, awaiting the dreadful stroke of death! But now, the ever-youthful people of Moy-mell, who never feel old age, and who fear not death, seeing thee day by day among thy friends, in the a.s.semblies of thy Fatherland, love thee with a strange love; and they will make thee king over them if thou wilt come with me."
When the king heard the words of the lady, he commanded his people to call the druid again to him, saying--
"Bring my druid, Coran, to me; for I see that the fairy lady has this day regained the power of her voice."
At this the lady said, "Valiant Conn, fighter of a hundred, the faith of the druids has come to little honour among the upright, mighty, numberless people of this land. When the righteous law shall be restored, it will seal up the lips of the false, black demon; and his druids shall no longer have power to work their guileful spells."
Now the king observed, and marvelled greatly, that whenever the lady was present, his son never spoke one word to any one, nay, even though they addressed him many times. And when the lady had ceased to speak, the king said--
"Connla, my son, has thy mind been moved by the words of the lady?"
Connla spoke then, and replied, "Father, I am very unhappy; for though I love my people beyond all, yet I am filled with sadness on account of this lady!"
When Connla had said this, the maiden again addressed him, and chanted these words in a very sweet voice--