"Nevertheless," said Shamus, "so it is, and I must live my life as it is ordered."
"So be it," said the King. "I do not value the goblet a whit but I must, of course, lay upon you three tasks which you must perform before it is yours."
"What are they?" Shamus asked.
"First," said the King, "get me the magic dog that belongs to the King of the Gnomes and the sound of whose silver bell drives away all thought of sorrow."
"Good," said Shamus, and away he went to seek the King of the Gnomes.
After many days and adventures too numerous to relate, he came to the house of the King of the Gnomes, which was inside a mountain and as thickset with jewels as the gra.s.s with dew on a fine morning.
Shamus told his desire and the King of the Gnomes ordered the dog to be brought. It was a tiny creature, and looking at its coat one way its color was gold, and looking at it another way its color was green, and underneath it was a fire red. Around its neck was a silver bell that chimed sweetly as it walked and at the sound of which all sorrow was forgotten.
""Tis a fine dog," said Shamus.
""Tis that." said the King, "and the sound of the bell is sweet, but one thing it will not do. Have you a wife?" said he.
"I have not," said Shamus.
The King looked at him long with envy in his eyes.
"Some are born lucky in this world," said he. "Know that I have a wife whose tongue is like the roar of a waterfall day and night, save now and then when she takes a nap as she is now doing. Her talk drowns out the sound of the silver bell and drives me nearly mad. Make her cease her clatter, and the dog is yours."
Just then there was a great noise and out came the Queen, talking thirteen to the dozen. The King clapped his fingers to his ears, and the magic dog put his tail between his legs and crawled under the throne. The King said never a word, but his glance said plain as day, "Isn"t it as I said?"
So Shamus took his harp and began to play his song of running water. At first he could not make himself heard, but after a while, as he played, the Queen"s talk came slower and slower, and softer and softer, and by and by she was speechless.
Then Shamus began to walk slowly away, and the Queen followed. On and on he walked until he came to a stream. In the middle was a stone. Around it foamed the white water. Onto the stone leapt Shamus, still playing. The Queen stood on the bank and wrung her hands, and then with a shriek she threw herself in and was swept away in the white water.
Shamus leapt back to the bank where stood the King much pleased.
"The dog is yours," said he, "and a good bargain I"ve made. The silence," he said, "will be like honey on the tongue. Now and then," he said, "I"ll likely come to the stream and drop in a bit of a stone. It roars louder than it did, don"t you think?"
And indeed it did so, for the Queen"s voice was going still and has never since stopped.
Shamus took the little dog under his arm and carried him back to the King of the Little People.
"So far so good," said the King. "Next, bring me the magic blackbird who sings so sweetly for the King of the Forest."
Off went Shamus again, this time to the forest, where he found the King sitting under an oak tree.
"What do you here?" said the King, and Shamus told him.
"I"ll not part with the bird," said the King, "although I"m a bit tired of his song. It"s too sweet," said he, "and I prefer the cawing of crows and the croaking of ravens. However, it is much admired by others, and therefore I shall keep him."
He ordered the bird to be brought and bade it sing, which it did most beautifully.
"His high notes are a bit hoa.r.s.e to-day," said the King. "I"ve heard him do better."
The bird cast him a murderous glance, and Shamus, who was a singer himself, felt sore at heart that a good song should receive so little praise. However, he kept his thoughts to himself, which he had found a good practice when dealing with kings.
Also, he stayed to supper with the King and afterwards sang and played, the King every now and then breaking in with a word to say how it should be done.
"You do not badly for a beginner," said he when Shamus had finished.
Shamus could have slain him where he stood for those ungracious words, but he bided his time, pretending to be well-pleased.
When all were asleep that night, Shamus slipped from his bed and went into the woods where he began to play softly his song of the wind in the trees. Louder and louder he played, and sure enough, the blackbird soon came and perched on a tree near by. When he had done, the bird said, "It is a pleasure to hear a song well-played."
"Sorry was I to hear the words of the King when you sang so sweetly before him," replied Shamus.
"Little he knows of songs," retorted the bird, "and I"m thinking I"ll go where I"ll be appreciated."
"Then come with me," said Shamus. "There are kings and kings, and some are better than others."
So he told him of the King of the Little People and of the good things that came to those who sang for him.
"I"ll go with you," answered the bird.
Quietly they slipped away lest the King of the Forest surprise them, and back they went to the King of the Little People.
"Good again," acknowledged the King, and he commanded the bird to sing.
"I"m almost minded to let you off the third task," the King exclaimed, "but a vow is a vow and must not be broken. Bring me last the hare that dances by moonlight."
Shamus went off a third time and traveled until he came to a fine gra.s.sy slope, and there he awaited the full moon. Sure enough, as he lay hidden, out came the hare and began to dance, leaping and bounding and playing with his shadow.
Then Shamus began to play, softly at first and then louder and louder. Higher and faster danced the hare to the music and when it was done he sat down, panting, on the gra.s.s.
"It is a good song, and never have I danced so well," exclaimed he.
"And never," said Shamus, "have I seen such wonderful dancing."
"Thank you for that," rejoined the hare. "It is not often that I get an audience which can appreciate me, and you know yourself that a bit of praise helps wonderfully to make one do his best."
""Tis so," said Shamus. "A word of praise is meat and drink to one who sings--or dances," he added remembering the hare.
Shamus told the hare of the King of the Little People and the good things at his court.
"Belike he"d have a bit of a carrot or a patch of good clover,"
said the hare wistfully.
"That he would," Shamus returned heartily. "Come with me and I"ll show you."
"I"ll do it," said the hare, and off they went to the King of the Little People.
"You have done all that I asked," said the King, "and do you still wish to return to the world?"