A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet
A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet
A Book of Myths, by Jean Lang - Umnet
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In many ancient manuscripts we get the story in more or less complete<br />
form. In the Advocates' Library <strong>of</strong> Edinburgh, in the Glenmasan MS.<br />
we get the best and the fullest version, while the oldest and the shortest<br />
is to be found in the twelfth-century <strong>Book</strong> <strong>of</strong> Leinster.<br />
But those who would revel in the old tale and have Deirdrê lead them<br />
<strong>by</strong> the hand into the enchanted realm <strong>of</strong> the romance <strong>of</strong> misty, ancient<br />
days <strong>of</strong> our Western Isles must go for help to Fiona Macleod, to<br />
Alexander Carmichael, to Lady Gregory, to Dr. Douglas Hyde, to W. F.<br />
Skene, to W. B. Yeats, to J. M. Synge, and to those others who, like<br />
true descendants <strong>of</strong> the Druids, possess the power <strong>of</strong> unlocking the<br />
entrance gates <strong>of</strong> the Green Islands <strong>of</strong> the Blest.<br />
Conchubar, or Conor, ruled the kingdom <strong>of</strong> the Ultonians, now Ulster,<br />
when Deirdrê was born in Erin. All the most famous warriors <strong>of</strong> his<br />
time, heroes whose mighty deeds live on in legend, and whose title was<br />
"The Champions <strong>of</strong> the Red Branch," he gathered round him, and all<br />
through Erin and Alba rang the fame <strong>of</strong> the warlike Ultonians.<br />
There came a day when Conor and his champions, gorgeous in their<br />
gala dress <strong>of</strong> crimson tunic with brooches <strong>of</strong> inlaid gold and<br />
white-hooded shirt embroidered in red gold, went to a feast in the<br />
house <strong>of</strong> one called Felim. Felim was a bard, and because not only was<br />
his arm in war strong and swift to strike, but because, in peace, his<br />
fingers could draw the sweetest <strong>of</strong> music from his harp, he was dear to<br />
the king. As they feasted, Conor beheld a dark shadow <strong>of</strong> horror and <strong>of</strong><br />
grief fall on the face <strong>of</strong> Cathbad, a Druid who had come in his train,<br />
and saw that his aged eyes were gazing far into the Unseen. Speedily he<br />
bade him tell him what evil thing it was that he saw, and Cathbad<br />
turned to the childless Felim and told him that to his wife there was<br />
about to be born a daughter, with eyes like stars that are mirrored <strong>by</strong><br />
night in the water, with lips red as the rowan berries and teeth more<br />
white than pearls; with a voice more sweet than the music <strong>of</strong> fairy harps.<br />
"A maiden fair, tall, long haired, for whom champions will contend ...<br />
and mighty kings be envious <strong>of</strong> her lovely, faultless form." For her<br />
sweet sake, he said, more blood should be spilt in Erin than for<br />
generations and ages past, and many heroes and bright torches <strong>of</strong> the