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Myths and Legends of the Celtic Race - Knowledge Rush

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166 <strong>Myths</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Legends</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Celtic</strong> <strong>Race</strong>[198]that <strong>the</strong> child should be brought up in a strong dūn in <strong>the</strong> solitude<strong>of</strong> a great wood, <strong>and</strong> that no young man should see her or shehim until she was <strong>of</strong> marriageable age for <strong>the</strong> king to wed. And<strong>the</strong>re she dwelt, seeing none but her nurse <strong>and</strong> Cathbad, <strong>and</strong>sometimes <strong>the</strong> king, now growing an aged man, who would visit<strong>the</strong> dūn from time to time to see that all was well with <strong>the</strong> folk<strong>the</strong>re, <strong>and</strong> that his comm<strong>and</strong>s were observed.One day, when <strong>the</strong> time for <strong>the</strong> marriage <strong>of</strong> Deirdre <strong>and</strong> Conorwas drawing near, Deirdre <strong>and</strong> Levarcam looked over <strong>the</strong> rampart<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir dūn. It was winter, a heavy snow had fallen in <strong>the</strong> night,<strong>and</strong> in <strong>the</strong> still, frosty air <strong>the</strong> trees stood up as if wrought in silver,<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> green before <strong>the</strong> dūn was a sheet <strong>of</strong> unbroken white, savethat in one place a scullion had killed a calf for <strong>the</strong>ir dinner, <strong>and</strong><strong>the</strong> blood <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> calf lay on <strong>the</strong> snow. And as Deirdre looked, araven lit down from a tree hard by <strong>and</strong> began to sip <strong>the</strong> blood. “Onurse,” cried Deirdre suddenly, “such, <strong>and</strong> not like Conor, wouldbe <strong>the</strong> man that I would love—his hair like <strong>the</strong> raven's wing, <strong>and</strong>in his cheek <strong>the</strong> hue <strong>of</strong> blood, <strong>and</strong> his skin as white as snow.”“Thou hast pictured a man <strong>of</strong> Conor's household,” said <strong>the</strong> nurse.“Who is he?” asked Deirdre. “He is Naisi, son <strong>of</strong> Usna, 140 achampion <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Red Branch,” said <strong>the</strong> nurse. Thereupon Deirdreentreated Levarcam to bring her to speak with Naisi; <strong>and</strong> because<strong>the</strong> old woman loved <strong>the</strong> girl <strong>and</strong> would not have her weddedto <strong>the</strong> aged king, she at last agreed. Deirdre implored Naisi tosave her from Conor, but he would not, till at last her entreaties<strong>and</strong> her beauty won him, <strong>and</strong> he vowed to be hers. Then secretlyone night he came with his two brethren, Ardan <strong>and</strong> Ainlé, <strong>and</strong>bore away Deirdre with Levarcam, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>y escaped <strong>the</strong> king'spursuit <strong>and</strong> took ship for Scotl<strong>and</strong>, where Naisi took service with<strong>the</strong> King <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Picts. Yet here <strong>the</strong>y could not rest, for <strong>the</strong> kinggot sight <strong>of</strong> Deirdre, <strong>and</strong> would have taken her from Naisi, butNaisi with his bro<strong>the</strong>rs escaped, <strong>and</strong> in <strong>the</strong> solitude <strong>of</strong> Glen Etive140 See genealogical table, p. 181.

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