The night before the week"s end her husband, when he sat down by the fire said "I saw something and I heard something very strange when I was at the other side of the wood this evening." "What was it you saw?" said Bloom-of-Youth. "Lights were all round the Big Stones and there was a noise of spinning inside the ring they make. That"s what I saw." "And what was it you heard?" said Bloom-of-Youth. "Someone singing to the wheels," said her husband. "And this is what I heard sung.--
Spin, wheel, spin; sing, wheel, sing; Every stone in my yard, spin, spin, spin; The thread is hers, the wool is mine; Twelve drops from her heart will make my leaves shine!
How little she knows, the foolish thing, That my name is Bolg and Curr and Carr, That my name is Lurr and Lappie.
"O sing that song again," said Bloom-of-Youth, "Sing that song again."
Her husband sang it again, and Bloom-of-Youth went to bed, singing to herself.--
My name is Bolg and Curr and Carr, My name is Lurr and Lappie.
The next day as soon as her husband had gone to his hunting Bloom-of-Youth went through the wood and towards the Big Stones that were at the other side of it. And as she went through the wood she sang.--
Spin, wheel, spin; sing, wheel, sing; Every branch on the tree, spin, spin, spin; The wool is hers, the thread is fine; For loss of my heart"s blood I"ll never dwine; Her name is Bolg and Curr and Carr, Her name is Lurr and Lappie.
She went singing until she was through the wood and near the Big Stones. She went within the circle. There, besides a flat stone that was on the ground, she saw the black and crooked old woman.
"You have come to me, Bloom-of-Youth," said she. "Do you see the hollow that is in this stone? It is into this hollow that the drops of your heart"s blood will have to run."
"The drops of my heart"s blood may remain my own."
"No, no, they won"t remain your own any longer than when it is plain you can"t tell my name."
"Is it Bolg?" said Bloom-of-Youth.
"Bolg is one of my names," screamed the Witch of the Elders, "but one of my names won"t let you go free."
"Is it Curr?"
"Curr is another of my names, but two of my names won"t let you go free."
"Is it Carr?"
"Carr is another of my names, but three of my names will not let you go free."
"I know your other names too," said Bloom-of-Youth.
"Say them, say them," screamed the Witch of the Elders.
But when she tried to think of them Bloom-of-Youth found that the last two names had gone out of her mind. Not for all the drops that were in her heart could she remember them.
"No, no, you can"t say them," said the Witch of the Elders. "And now bend your breast over the hollow in the stone. I"ll let out twelve drops of your heart"s blood with my pointed rod. Bend your breast over the hollow."
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But just as the Witch was dragging her to the stone a robin began to sing on a branch outside the Stones. It was the same tune as Bloom-of-Youth had sung her song to as she went through the wood. Now all the words in her song came back to her.--
Spin, wheel, spin; sing, wheel, sing; Every branch on the tree, spin, spin, spin; The wool is hers, the thread is mine; For loss of my heart"s blood I"ll never dwine!
Her name is Bolg and Curr and Carr, Her name is Lurr and Lappie.
She said the last two names and as she did the Witch of the Elders screamed and ran behind the stones. Bloom-of-Youth saw no more of her.
That evening her husband brought home the web of cloth that her step-mother had woven. The next day Bloom-of-Youth began to make clothes for him out of it. Never again did she make delays at the well but she came straight home with her pails of water. The fire was always clear upon the hearth and she had never to light it the second time and then sweep away the ashes that had gathered on the floor. She made good clothes for her husband out of the web of cloth her step-mother had woven. And every evening she spun on her wheel and there was never a time afterwards when she had not a dozen b.a.l.l.s of thread in the house.
The wool is hers and the thread is mine; For loss of my heart"s blood I never will dwine, And I throw my ball over to you.
It was the Woodp.e.c.k.e.r that told this story to the Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said.
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The Hen-wife"s Son and the Princess Bright Brow
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Everyone in and around the King"s Castle despised Mell, the Hen-wife"s Son, said the Stonechecker, the bird that built within the stones of the Tower. And it was not because there was anything mean about the lad himself: it was because his mother, the Hen-wife, had the lowest office about the King"s Castle.
This is what a Hen-wife did: She had to mind the fowl and keep count of them, she had to gather the eggs and put them into a basket and send them to the King"s Steward every day. And for doing this she had as wages the right to go to the back-door of the Steward"s house and get from the under-servants two meals a day for herself and Mell, her son.
And everybody, as I said, despised this son of hers--horse-boys and dog-boys and the grooms around the Castle. But of course no one despised Mell more than did the King"s daughter, Princess Bright Brow.
She used to go into a wood and whisper along the branch of a tree. And one day the Hen-wife"s son whom she despised so much made answer to her. He was lying along the branch of the tree watching his mother"s goat that grazed on the gra.s.s below. Now this is what Princess Bright Brow said to the tree and this is what she used to say to it every day.--
Oak-tree, oak-tree, above the rest, Which of the heroes loves me best?
Mell was lying along the Branch as I have said, and he made answer back to her.--
Princess, Princess, he"s at your call, And the Hen-wife"s son loves you best of all!
The King"s daughter looked up and she saw the Hen-wife"s son on the branch, and she went into a great rage. She gave orders to the grooms that the Hen-wife"s son was to be whipped every time he looked at her.
Many"s the time after that Mell got the lash. But he loved Bright Brow so much that he could not forbear looking at her.
II
Now, one very early morning Mell took his mother"s goat out to graze on the green. And as he went along he saw on the gra.s.s a beautiful mantle. He took it up and he thought to himself "How well it would look upon Princess Bright Brow!" And he thought again "if she would take this beautiful green mantle from me maybe she would let me look upon her when she is wearing it."
He put the mantle across his shoulders and sat down and thought and thought. And while he was thinking he felt the mantle being pulled from behind. He turned round and he saw a woman standing there. She had brighter colors in her dress and she wore more ornaments than any one he had ever seen in the King"s Castle. He knew by such signs that she was a Fairy Woman out of the Green Rath.
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"Mell," said she, "Mell, the Hen-wife"s son, give to me the mantle that the King of the Fairy Riders let fall from his shoulders last night."