The King of Ireland"s Son went into the house before the setting of the sun. The Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands was seated on his chair of gold. "Have you brought me the Ring of Youth?" he asked.
"I have brought it," said the King"s Son.
"Give it to me then," said the Enchanter.
"I will not," said the King"s Son, "until you give what you promised me at the end of my tasks--one of your three daughters for my wife."
The Enchanter brought him to a closed door. "My three daughters are within that room," said he. "Put your hand through the hole in the door, and the one whose hand you hold when I open it--it is she you will have to marry."
Then wasn"t the mind of the King"s Son greatly troubled? If he held the hand of Aefa or Gilveen he would lose his love Fedelma. He stood without putting out his hand. "Put your hand through the hole of the door or go away from my house altogether," said the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands.
The King of Ireland"s Son ventured to put his hand through the hole in the door. The hands of the maidens inside were all held in a bunch. But no sooner did he touch them than he found that one had a broken finger.
This he knew was Fedelma"s hand, and this was the hand he held.
"You may open the door now," said he to the Enchanter. He opened the door and the King of Ireland"s Son drew Fedelma to him. "This is the maiden I choose," said he, "and now give her her dowry."
"The dowry that should go with me," said Fedelma, "is the Slight Red Steed." "What dowry do you want with her, young man?" said the Enchanter.
"No other dowry but the Slight Red Steed."
"Go round to the stable then and get it. And I hope no well-trained wizard like you will come this way again."
"No well-trained wizard am I, but the King of Ire-land"s Son. And I have found your dwelling-place within a year and a day. And now I pluck the three hairs out of your heard, Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands."
The beard of the Enchanter bristled like spikes on a hedgehog, and the b.a.l.l.s of his eyes stuck out of his head. The King"s Son plucked the three hairs of his beard before he could lift a hand or say a word.
"Mount the Slight Red Steed and be off, the two of you," said the Enchanter.
The King of Ireland"s Son and Fedelma mounted the Slight Red Steed and rode off, and the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands, and his two daughters, Aefa and Gilveen, in a rage watched them ride away.
IX
They crossed the River of the Ox, and went over the Mountain of the Fox and were in the Glen of the Badger before the sun rose. And there, at the foot of the Hill of Horns, they found an old man gathering dew from the gra.s.s.
"Could you tell us where we might find the Little Sage of the Mountain?"
Fedelma asked the old man.
"I am the Little Sage of the Mountain," said he, "and what is it you want of me?"
"To betroth us for marriage," said Fedelma.
"I will do that. Come to my house, the pair of you. And as you are both young and better able to walk than I am it would be fitting to let me ride on your horse."
The King"s Son and Fedelma got off and the Little Sage of the Mountain got on the Slight Red Steed. They took the path that went round the Hill of Horns. And at the other side of the hill they found a hut thatched with one great wing of a bird. The Little Sage got off the Slight Red Steed. "Now," said he, "you"re both young, and I"m an old man and it would be fitting for you to do my day"s work before you call upon me to do anything for you. Now would you," said he to the King of Ireland"s Son, "take this spade in your hand and go into the garden and dig my potatoes for me? And would you," said he to Fedelma, "sit down at the quern-stone and grind the wheat for me?"
The King of Ireland"s Son went into the garden and Fedelma sat at the quern-stone that was just outside the door; he dug and she ground while the Little Sage sat at the fire looking into a big book. And when Fedelma and the King"s Son were tired with their labor he gave them a drink of b.u.t.termilk.
She made cakes out of the wheat she had ground and the King"s Son washed the potatoes and the Little Sage boiled them and so they made their supper. Then the Little Sage of the Mountain melted lead and made two rings; and one ring he gave to Fedelma to give to the King"s Son and one he gave to the King"s Son to give to Fedelma. And when the rings were given he said, "You are betrothed for your marriage now."
They stayed with the Little Sage of the Mountain that night, and when the sun rose they left the house that was thatched with the great wing of a bird and they turned towards the Meadow of Brightness and the Wood of Shadows that were between them and the King of Ireland"s domain. They rode on the Slight Red Steed, and the Little Sage of the Mountain went with them a part of the way. He seemed downcast and when they asked him the reason he said, "I see dividing ways and far journeys for you both."
"But how can that be," said the King"s Son, "when, in a little while we will win to my father"s domain?" "It may be I am wrong," said the Little Sage, "and if I am not, remember that devotion brings together dividing ways and that high hearts win to the end of every journey." He bade them good-by then, and turned back to his hut that was thatched with the great wing of a bird.
They rode across the Meadow of Brightness and Fedelma"s blue falcon sailed above them. "Yonder is a field of white flowers," said she, "and while we are crossing it you must tell me a story."
"I know by heart," said the King"s Son, "only the stories that Maravaun, my father"s Councillor, has put into the book he is composing--the book that is called "The Breastplate of Instruction.""
"Then," said Fedelma, "tell me a story from "The Breastplate of Instruction," while we are crossing this field of white flowers."
"I will tell you the first story that is in it," said the King"s Son.
Then while they were crossing the field of white flowers the King"s Son told Fedelma the story of
The a.s.s and the Seal
X
A seal that had spent a curious fore-noon paddling around the island of Ilaun-Beg drew itself up on a rock the better to carry on its investigations. It was now within five yards of the actual island. On the little beach there were three curraghs in which the island-men went over the sea; they were turned bottom up and heavy stones were placed upon them to prevent their being carried away by the high winds. The seal noted them as he rested upon the flat rock. He noted too a little a.s.s that was standing beyond the curraghs, sheltering himself where the cliffs hollowed in.
Now this a.s.s was as curious as the seal, and when he saw the smooth creature that was moving its head about with such intelligence he came down to the water"s edge. Two of his legs were spancelled with a piece of straw rope, but being used to such impediment he came over without any awkwardness. He looked inquiringly at the seal.
The gray-headed crow of the cliff lighted on a spar of rock and made herself an interpreter between the two. "s.h.a.ggy beast of the Island,"
said the seal, "friend and follower of men, tell me about their fabulous existence."
"Do you mean the hay-getters?" said the a.s.s.
"You know well whom he means," said the gray-headed crow viciously.
"Answer him now."
"You gravell me entirely when you ask about men," said the a.s.s. "I don"t know much about them. They live to themselves and I live to myself.
Their houses are full of smoke and it blinds my eyes to go in. There used to be green fields here and high gra.s.s that became hay, but there"s nothing like that now. I think men have given up eating what grows out of the ground. I see nothing, I smell nothing, but fish, fish, fish."
The gray-headed crow had a vicious eye fixed on the a.s.s all the time he was speaking. "You"re saying all that," said she, "because they let the little horse stay all night in the house and beat you out of it."
"My friend," said the seal, "it is evident that men deceive you by appearances. I know men. I have followed their boats and have listened to the wonderful sounds they make with their voices and with instruments. Do they not draw fish out of the depths by enchantments? Do they not build their habitations with music? Do they not draw the moon out of the sea and set it for a light in their houses? And is it not known that the fairest daughters of the sea have loved men?"
"When I"m awake long o" moonlit nights I feel like that myself," said the a.s.s. Then the recollections of these long, frosty nights made him yawn. Then he brayed.
"What it is to live near men," said the seal in admiration. "What wonderful sounds!"
"I"d cross the water and rub noses with you," said the a.s.s, "only I"m afraid of crocodiles."
"Crocodiles?" said the gray-headed crow.
"Yes," said the a.s.s. "It"s because I"m of a very old family, you know.
They were Egyptians. My people never liked to cross water in their own country. There were crocodiles there."