"It was Diarmid himself," said she; "so loosen your hounds on his track, and I will send Fionn and his Fenians to help you."
The men went down to their ships, and brought out their hounds, and loosened them on the track of Diarmid. The hounds made straight for the door of the cave, and the men followed them; and the hounds left the cave, and set forth westwards.
But Diarmid knew not of their coming till he saw silken banners waving, and three mighty warriors marching at the head. And he was filled with hatred of them, and went his ways, and Muadan took Grania on his back and bore her a mile along the mountain.
It was not long before they heard the hound coming, and Muadan bade Diarmid follow Grania, and he would keep the hound at bay. And when he had slain the hound, he departed after Diarmid and Grania.
Then the second hound was loosened, and Diarmid waited till he came close, so that he could take sure aim; and he cast his javelin into the hound and it fell dead like its fellow, and having drawn his javelin, he followed after Grania.
They had not gone much farther before the third hound was upon them.
He bounded straight over the head of Diarmid, and would have seized Grania, but Diarmid took hold of his two hind legs, and swung him so fiercely against a rock that he was slain on the spot. And when that was done, Diarmid put on his arms, and slipped his little finger into the silken string of the javelin, and cast it straight at a youth in a green mantle that had outstripped his fellows, and slew him; and so to the rest, while Deirdre, the witch, wheeled and hovered about them all.
Now when news of the green Fenians that were bound by Diarmid reached Fionn he summoned his men, and they took the shortest ways till they reached the hill of slaughter. Then Fionn spoke, and what he said was, "O Ossian, loose the three chiefs for me."
"I will not," replied Ossian, "for Diarmid bound me not to loose any warrior that he should bind."
"O Oscar, loose them," said Fionn.
"Nay," answered Oscar, "rather would I place more bands upon them."
And so said the other two, and, before their eyes, the chiefs died of their bondage. So Fionn ordered their graves to be dug, and their flag laid upon their stone, and the heart of Fionn was heavy.
He raised his head and saw drawing near Deirdre, the witch, her legs trembling, her tongue raving, and her eyes dropping out of her head.
"I have great and evil tidings for you," said she, and she told him of all the slaughter Diarmid had made, and how she herself had hardly escaped.
"Whither went the son of O"Dowd?" asked Fionn.
"I know not," said she. At that Fionn and his Fenians departed, and wandered far before they could hear news of Diarmid.
On the road that led to the county of Galway, Fionn saw fifty stout warriors coming towards him. "I know not who they are," said Fionn, "yet I think they are enemies of mine"; and, indeed, this proved to be so, for the leaders of the company told Fionn that his father and their fathers had fought in battle. "Then you must give me payment for the death of my father," said Fionn, "and in return you shall have power among the Fenians."
"But we have neither silver, nor gold, nor herds, O Fionn," answered the two young men.
"I want none of these," replied Fionn; "the payment I ask is but the head of a warrior, or a handful of berries from the magic tree of Dooros."
"Take counsel from me," cried Ossian, "for it is no light matter to bring to Fionn that which he asks of you. The head is the head of Diarmid, son of Dowd, and if there were two thousand of you instead of fifty, Diarmid would not let it go."
"And what are the berries that Fionn asks of us?" said they.
"Those berries would never have been heard of but for the jealousy of two women of different tribes, each of whom swore that her husband could hurl a pole farther than the other. So all the rest of the tribes came out to take part in the goaling match, and the game lasted long, and neither won a goal. At last the tribe of the Tuatha De Denann saw that the Fenians were stronger than they, and they went away bearing their provisions with them--nuts, and apples, and fragrant berries. And as they pa.s.sed near the river Moy one of the berries fell, and turned into a quicken tree. No disease or sickness can touch anyone who eats three of its berries, and were he a hundred years old, the eater of them shall become no more than thirty.
"Since those days the tribe has set a guard over it. He is a crooked giant, with an eye in the midst of his forehead. No weapon can wound him, and he can only die of three strokes from his own iron club. At night he sleeps on the top of the tree, and by day watches at the foot. Around him is a wilderness, and the Fenians dare not hunt there, for fear of that terrible one. These are the berries which Fionn asks of you."
But Aod, the son of Andala, spoke and declared that he would rather die seeking those berries than return to his own land with his head bowed in shame. So he and Angus his cousin took farewell of Ossian and went their ways, and as they drew near the forest they came on the track of Diarmid; and they followed to the tent, where they found him with Grania. "Who are you?" asked Diarmid.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Diarmid Seizes The Giant"s Club]
"We are Aod and Angus of the Clan Moirna," said Aod, "and it is your head that we seek, Diarmid, son of O"Dowd. For Fionn will either have that, or a handful of berries from the quicken tree."
"Neither task is easy," answered Diarmid, "and woe to him that falls under the power of Fionn. He it was who slew your father, and surely that is payment enough. And whichever of those things you take him, you shall never have peace."
"What berries are those that Fionn wants?" asked Grania, "and why cannot they be got for him?" Then Diarmid told her the story, and how the country round was laid waste. "But when Fionn put me under his ban," continued he, "the giant gave me leave to hunt there if I would, but forbade me to touch the berries. And now, O children of Moirna, will you fight me or seek the berries?"
"We will fight you first," said they.
They fought long and well, but Diarmid got the better of them both, and bound them on the spot where they fell. "You struck valiantly,"
said Grania to Diarmid, "but I vow that even if the children of Moirna go not after those berries, I will never rest in my bed till I have eaten them."
"Force me not to break faith with the giant," answered Diarmid, "for he would not give them me more readily for that."
"Loose our bonds," said the children of Moirna, "and we will go with you, and give ourselves for your sake."
"Not so," answered Diarmid, "for the sight of him might kill you."
"Then let us go to watch you fight, before you cut off our heads." And Diarmid did so.
They found the giant asleep before the tree, and Diarmid pushed him with his foot.
The giant raised his head and looked at him: "Are you fain to break peace, O Diarmid?"
"Not I," answered he, "but Grania my wife is ill, and she longs for the taste of your berries, and it is to get a handful of them that I am now come."
"If she should die," said the giant, "she should have none."
"I may not do you treachery," replied Diarmid, "therefore I tell you I will have them by fair means or foul."
The giant having heard that, stood up and dealt Diarmid three mighty strokes with his club, so that he staggered. Then, flinging down his weapons, he sprang upon the giant and grasped the club between his hands, hurling the giant to the ground by the weight of his body.
Without giving him time to rise, Diarmid struck three blows with the club at the giant"s head and he died without a word.
Aod and Angus had watched the combat, and now came forth. "Bury the giant under the brushwood of the forest," said Diarmid, "so that Grania may not see him, and then go and bring her to me, for I am very weary."
And the young men did so. "There, Grania, are the berries you asked for," said Diarmid when she came, but she swore that she would not taste a berry except he plucked it for her. So he plucked the berries for her and for the children of Moirna, and they ate their fill of them. "Now go," said he, "take as many berries as you can to Fionn, and tell him that it was you who slew the giant." And they gave thanks to Diarmid and left him, and he and Grania went to sleep on the top of the tree where the sweetest berries grew.
The children of Moirna reached Fionn, and bowed before him. "We have slain the giant," said they, "and have brought you the berries, and now we shall have peace for the death of our father." Fionn took the berries into his hand, and stooped down and smelt them. "I swear," he cried, "that it was Diarmid O"Dowd who gathered these berries, and full sure I am that it was he who slew the giant. I will follow him to the quicken tree, and it shall profit you nothing to have brought the berries to me."
With seven battalions of his Fenians, he marched along Diarmid"s track till he reached the foot of the quicken tree, and finding the berries with no watch on them, they ate their fill. The sun was hot, and Fionn said he would stay at the foot of the tree till it grew cooler, as well he knew that Diarmid was at the top. "You judge foolishly,"
answered Ossian, "to think that Diarmid would stay up there when he knows that you are bent on his death."
In spite of the heat and his long march, Fionn could not sleep, and called for a chess-board, and bade Ossian play with him. Fionn was the most skilled, and at length he said, "There is but one move that can save you the game, O Ossian, and I dare all that are by to show you that move." And in the top of the tree Diarmid heard him, and said, "O Ossian, why am I not there to show you?"
"It is worse for you to be here in the power of Fionn, than for Ossian to lack that move," answered Grania.
But Diarmid plucked one of the berries, and aimed it at the man which should be moved, and Ossian moved it, and turned the game against Fionn. And so he did a second time, and a third, when Ossian was in straits, and he won the game and the Fenians sent up a great shout.
"I marvel not at your winning, O Ossian, seeing that Oscar is doing his best for you, and that the skilled knowledge of Dearing, and the prompting of Diarmid, are all with you."
"Now your eyes must be blinded, O Fionn, to think that Diarmid would stay in that tree when you are beneath him."
"Which of us has the truth on his side, O Diarmid?" said Fionn, looking up.