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A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet

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their love. To them in course <strong>of</strong> time were born a twin son and a<br />

daughter. The daughter they named Finola and the son Aed, and the<br />

children were as beautiful, as good, and as happy as their mother.<br />

Again she bore twins, boys, whom they named Ficra and Conn, but as<br />

their eyes opened on the world, the eyes <strong>of</strong> their mother closed on<br />

pleasant life forever, and once again Lîr was a widower, more bowed<br />

down <strong>by</strong> grief than before.<br />

The tidings <strong>of</strong> the death <strong>of</strong> Eve brought great sorrow to the palace <strong>of</strong><br />

Bodb the Red, for to all who knew her Eve was very dear. But again the<br />

king sent a message <strong>of</strong> comfort to Lîr:<br />

"We sorrow with thee, yet in pro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> our friendship with thee and our<br />

love for the one who is gone, we would give thee another <strong>of</strong> our<br />

daughters to be a mother to the children who have lost their mother's<br />

care."<br />

And again Lîr went to the palace at Loch Derg, the Great Lake, and<br />

there he married Eva, the second <strong>of</strong> the foster-daughters <strong>of</strong> the king.<br />

At first it seemed as if Eva loved her dead sister's children as though<br />

they were her own. But when she saw how passionate was her<br />

husband's devotion to them, how he would have them to sleep near him<br />

and would rise at their slightest whimper to comfort and to caress them,<br />

and how at dawn she would wake to find he had left her side to see that<br />

all was well with them, the poisonous weed <strong>of</strong> jealousy began to grow<br />

up in the garden <strong>of</strong> her heart. She was a childless woman, and she knew<br />

not whether it was her sister who had borne them whom she hated, or<br />

whether she hated the children themselves. But steadily the hatred grew,<br />

and the love that Bodb the Red bore for them only embittered her the<br />

more. Many times in the year he would come to see them, many times<br />

would take them away to stay with him, and each year when the<br />

Dedannans held the Feast <strong>of</strong> Age--the feast <strong>of</strong> the great god Mannanan,<br />

<strong>of</strong> which those who partook never grew old--the four children <strong>of</strong> Lîr<br />

were present, and gave joy to all who beheld them <strong>by</strong> their great beauty,<br />

their nobility, and their gentleness.<br />

But as the love that all others gave to the four children <strong>of</strong> Lîr grew, the

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