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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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Osslanic and o<strong>the</strong>r Early Legends. 267<br />

"About a week after I came home, as I was hunting, <strong>the</strong><br />

hounds gave chase to a wild-looking but very handsome<br />

man, all covered with long hair, and when I got up to<br />

<strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>y had seized him, and were on <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong><br />

tearing him asunder. He stretched out his hands to me,<br />

while <strong>the</strong> tears ran down his cheeks, and I drove <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />

dogs and brought him home to my castle. I got his hair cut<br />

<strong>of</strong>f, and had him. clo<strong>the</strong>d, and I amused myself in teaching<br />

him to speak. Little did I think he was a disguised<br />

follower <strong>of</strong> my bro<strong>the</strong>r, who had sent him into my family<br />

by this stratagem, to corrupt my wife, and to get possession<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sword <strong>of</strong> light for him.<br />

" One day as I was returning from hunting through a<br />

grove near this castle, I heard voices in a thicket. They<br />

were familiar to me, and when I had arrived at a convenient<br />

place, what did I espy but my wife seated under<br />

a tree, and <strong>the</strong> villanous wild man, with not a trace <strong>of</strong><br />

wildness about him or in his speech, stretched on <strong>the</strong><br />

grass, his head upon her knees, and he looking up lovingly<br />

into her face, and entreating her to secure <strong>the</strong> Cloidheamh<br />

Solais for him. I had no fur<strong>the</strong>r patience, but<br />

rushed on ready to strike him through with my hunting<br />

spear, but <strong>the</strong> moment my \vife caught sight <strong>of</strong> me, she<br />

flung <strong>the</strong> magic rod at me, and I found myself, in <strong>the</strong><br />

twinkling <strong>of</strong> an eye, changed to a horse. I did not lose<br />

my memory, but rushed on <strong>the</strong> villain to trample out<br />

his life. However, he had got up into <strong>the</strong> tree before I<br />

could reach him. I had nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> power nor <strong>the</strong> will<br />

to trample or strike my wife. So <strong>the</strong> guilty pair escaped<br />

for <strong>the</strong> time.<br />

" She managed to have me caught very soon, and hard<br />

worked, but that was going too far with <strong>the</strong> joke. I<br />

kicked and bit every one she sent to yoke or bridle me,<br />

and no one would venture to come near me. This did<br />

not meet her views. So she came where I was one day,<br />

struck me with <strong>the</strong> slat once more, and I was a wolf on<br />

<strong>the</strong> moment. Great as her power was, she could not<br />

kill me, but she contrived to get her fa<strong>the</strong>r, who was just

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