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Ossianic and o<strong>the</strong>r Early Legends. 275<br />

motionless at <strong>the</strong> bottom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> boat. The treacherous<br />

woman <strong>the</strong>n took from her hair <strong>the</strong> braon siian or, <strong>the</strong><br />

magic sleeping pin, and stuck it through his long<br />

glibbs ; and while it lay in his hair no power could wake<br />

him.<br />

His two companions arrived on <strong>the</strong> rocks an hour<br />

later, and were dismayed at sight <strong>of</strong> him, far below <strong>the</strong>m,<br />

in dead sleep. In his hair <strong>the</strong>y espied <strong>the</strong> magic pin,<br />

and in a moment <strong>the</strong>y recognised it, and guessed at what<br />

had occurred. The archer had his bow bent in a trice,<br />

and <strong>the</strong> next <strong>the</strong> braon was dashed from <strong>the</strong> hair <strong>of</strong><br />

Cush, and lay powerless at his feet. He awoke, took<br />

his foot again in his hand, looked at <strong>the</strong> pin, <strong>the</strong>n up at<br />

<strong>the</strong> cliff, waved his free arm in gratitude, seized on <strong>the</strong><br />

oar, and <strong>the</strong> skiff went skimming over <strong>the</strong> great sea<br />

fleeter than <strong>the</strong> swiftest arrow. Fir na MuUa Headha<br />

put his hand to his eyebrow, and spoke to his comrade<br />

:—-"Through <strong>the</strong> thick air and <strong>the</strong> mist I still see<br />

<strong>the</strong> shooting bark ; <strong>the</strong> dim veils are clearing a little<br />

round Cush, and he seems almost at <strong>the</strong> world's end ; a<br />

low, thick fog lies beyond ; <strong>the</strong> boat speeds to it, and it<br />

becomes a land <strong>of</strong> rocks, and woods, and valleys, as<br />

grey as clouds. He enters a bay, secures his boat,<br />

advances inland. A grove is before him, and under <strong>the</strong><br />

shade <strong>of</strong> trees as old as <strong>the</strong> world stands a ring <strong>of</strong><br />

mighty stones. Within is a cromleacht, and overshadowing<br />

it <strong>the</strong> holly-bough and berry-bearing yew ; at its foot<br />

springs <strong>the</strong> marigold. He leaves <strong>the</strong> dim land behind<br />

him. I see <strong>the</strong> boat more plainly, but <strong>the</strong> land has<br />

become a cloud. The boat is larger, but <strong>the</strong> cloud bank<br />

has vanished. Here he comes swifter than <strong>the</strong> arrow<br />

from your own bow-string."<br />

Great was <strong>the</strong> joy <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> druidical servants as <strong>the</strong>y<br />

met ; but after a moment Cush fe Crish cried out, " Our<br />

work is only half accomplished. The powerful Amarach<br />

is speeding south, and if she reaches Bean Tra she will<br />

induce Feargal to touch <strong>the</strong> land, and <strong>the</strong>n our labour is<br />

void. You, O Boghadoir (archer), have done your duty<br />

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