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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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Ossianic and o<strong>the</strong>r Early Legends. 229<br />

lin's ears), and myself will go with }-ou. We were not<br />

born yesterday."<br />

He took two hazel twigs in his hand ; and when <strong>the</strong>y<br />

came to <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> water, one became a boat and<br />

<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r a mast. He steered ; one bro<strong>the</strong>r managed<br />

<strong>the</strong> sail, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r baled out <strong>the</strong> water, and so <strong>the</strong>y sailed<br />

till <strong>the</strong>y came to <strong>the</strong> harbour <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> island, and <strong>the</strong>re<br />

<strong>the</strong> helmsman secured <strong>the</strong> boat to<br />

security.*<br />

a post with a years<br />

They visited <strong>the</strong> Queen, and were hospitably treated,<br />

and after <strong>the</strong>y were refreshed with <strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong> food<br />

and liquor she explained her trouble. " I had two fair<br />

children, and when each was a year old it fell sick, and<br />

on <strong>the</strong> third night was<br />

sorceress Cluas Haistig,<br />

carried away by <strong>the</strong><br />

My youngest, now a<br />

wicked<br />

twelvemonth<br />

old, has spent two sick nights. This night she<br />

will surely carry him away unless you or your young<br />

friends prevent her."<br />

When <strong>the</strong> darkness came, Fion and <strong>the</strong> three bro<strong>the</strong>rs<br />

took <strong>the</strong>ir station in <strong>the</strong> room <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sick child ; Grunne<br />

and Bechunah played at chess, Cluas Guillin watched,<br />

and Fion reclined on a couch. Vessels full <strong>of</strong> Spanish<br />

wine, Greek honey (mead), and Danish beer, were laid<br />

on <strong>the</strong> table. The two chess players were intent on<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir game, <strong>the</strong> watcher kept his senses on <strong>the</strong> strain, and<br />

a druidic sleep seized on <strong>the</strong> son <strong>of</strong> Cumhail. Three<br />

times he made mighty efforts to keep awake, and thrice<br />

he was overcome by powerful weariness. The bro<strong>the</strong>rs<br />

smiled at his defeat, but left him to repose. Soon <strong>the</strong><br />

watcher felt a chill shiver run over him, and <strong>the</strong> infant<br />

began to moan. A feeling <strong>of</strong> horror seized on <strong>the</strong> three<br />

boys, and a thin, long hairy arm was seen stealing down<br />

<strong>the</strong> opening above <strong>the</strong> fire. Though <strong>the</strong> teeth <strong>of</strong> Cluas<br />

Guillin were chattering with terror, he sprung forward,<br />

seized <strong>the</strong> hand, and held it firm. A violent effort was<br />

made by <strong>the</strong> powerful witch sprawling on <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> to draw<br />

* No stranger was to unmoor it for a twelvemonth. After that<br />

it became <strong>the</strong> property <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chief who owned <strong>the</strong> harbour.

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