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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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Household Stories. 75<br />

is gaping for you. Your affianced bride is an uncliaste<br />

•woman. You liave remarked <strong>the</strong> deformed Fergus Rua,<br />

who plays on <strong>the</strong> small clarsech, and is <strong>the</strong> possessor <strong>of</strong><br />

thrice fifty stories. He <strong>of</strong>ten attends in her room late in<br />

<strong>the</strong> evening to play s<strong>of</strong>t music to her, and to put her to<br />

sleep with this s<strong>of</strong>t music and his stories <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Danaan<br />

druids. Who would suspect <strong>the</strong> weak deformed creature,<br />

or <strong>the</strong> young lady <strong>of</strong> noble birth 1 By your hand, O<br />

Illan <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> brown hair, if you many her, you will bring<br />

disgrace on yourself and your clan. You do not trust<br />

my words ! Then<br />

trust to your own senses. She would<br />

most willingly break <strong>of</strong>f all connexion with <strong>the</strong> lame<br />

wretch since she first laid eyes on you, but he has sworn<br />

to expose her before you and her fa<strong>the</strong>r. When <strong>the</strong><br />

household is at rest this night, wait at <strong>the</strong> entrance <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> passage that leads to <strong>the</strong> women's apartments. I<br />

will meet you <strong>the</strong>re. To-morrow morning you will<br />

require no one's advice for your direction."<br />

Before <strong>the</strong> sun tinged <strong>the</strong> purple clouds, next morning,<br />

Illan was crossing <strong>the</strong> outer moat <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lios, and lying<br />

behind him on <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> his trusty steed, was some<br />

long object carefully folded in skins. "Tell your<br />

honoured chief," said he to <strong>the</strong> attendant who was conducting<br />

him, " that I am obliged on a sudden to depart,<br />

and that 1 request him by his regard for me to return my<br />

visit a fortnight hence, and to bring his fair daughter<br />

Avith him." On he rode, and muttered from time to time,<br />

" Oh, had I slain <strong>the</strong> guilty pair, it would be a well<br />

merited death ! <strong>the</strong> deformed wretch ! <strong>the</strong> weak lost<br />

"<br />

woman ! Now for <strong>the</strong> third trial !<br />

Illan had a married sister, whose rath was about twelve<br />

<strong>of</strong> our miles distant from his. To her home he repaired<br />

next day, changing clo<strong>the</strong>s with a beggar whom he met<br />

on <strong>the</strong> road. When he arrived, he found that <strong>the</strong>y were<br />

at dinner, and several neighbouring families with <strong>the</strong>m<br />

in <strong>the</strong> great hall. " Tell my sister," said he to a giolla<br />

who was lounging at <strong>the</strong> door, " that I Avish to speak<br />

with her." "Who is your sister?" said <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r in an

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