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.Oh, how I searched for the valley where I had lived with the hind: but I never reached it.And then you came, withyour friends and your hounds.''That hind was indeed your mother,' said Finn quietly, when theboy had finished his story.'She was Sav, my wife.'Finn called his son Oisin Little Fawn and he grew up mto a greatwarrior and an even greater poet.He was the bard of the Fianna andhe sang of their fame and their glorious deeds, that all men might hearof these things.Oisin was the father of the brave youth Oscar, whom his grand-father Finn loved above all others.Ever rash in combat, Oscar wasslain in the battle ofGavra, fighting against the leader of the enemy, andFinn wept long for him.After this, one day when Finn and the Fianna were hunting all aboutthe Lakes of Killamey, on the shore of Lough Lcane they were awareof a maiden riding towards them on a snow-white horse, where, amoment before, there had been neither rider nor horse.She was cladlike a queen, in a cloak set with red stars, with a golden crown on herhead.Lightly and proudly she sat on the back other huge white horse,which was shod with bright gold.The Fianna all stared at her withwonder; but none with greater wonder than Oisin, who watched herentranced.Finn came forward and greeted her, asking her name, and sheanswered, 'I am Niav of the Golden Hair, the daughter ofManannan,god of the sea, and I have come from, my father's kingdom, the Land ofthe Ever Young, for love of your son Oisin.For your son's fame, FinnMac Cool, and the fame of the songs that he makes, have reached evento the homes of the immortals.' She turned to Oisin.'Oism, son ofFinn, I have travelled a long way in search of you.Will you come backwith me to the Land of the Ever Young; It is a fair land, Oisin, wherethe trees bear blossom and fruit together, and there are green leaves allthe year round.In my land I will give you a coat of mail which noweapon can pierce and a sword which cannot miss a stroke.There youwill never grow old, or lose your strength, or die; and there sorrowwill be unknown to you.And I shall be your wife, Oisin, in the Landof the Ever Young.Will you come with me?'116OISIN, SON Or FINN MAC COOLCELTIC TALESLike one under a spell, Oisin stepped forward and laid his hand overher white hand as it held the horse's reins.He looked up into her eyes.*Niav of the Golden Hair, I will follow you to the Land of the EverYoung, or anywhere else you please.'Finn cried out in distress, 'Do not leave us, my son, for, if you do,we shall never see you again.'But Oisin did not seem to understand his words.As in a dream, hesmiled at Finn and his comrades in farewell, then mounted the whitehorse behind Niav.She immediately turned the horse's head, and itgalloped away from them, towards the coast of Ireland, growing eversmaller in the distance.Long did Finn and the others strain their eyes after Oisin, whom they were never to see again.When the white horse came to the sea, it galloped lightly over thewaves, until Oisin knew no longer whether they were on dry landor on water.A mist came all about them, and in the mist he sawstrange shapes, towers and houses and cities; a fawn which seemed tobe running over the waves, and a white hound with one red ear afterit; a maiden on a bay horse, with a golden apple in her hand, and awarrior riding after her in a mantle of yellow silk.This and manyother dreamlike shapes did Oisin see as they went.'Tell me,' he said wonderingly to Niav, 'what are all these marvelsabout us?'She laughed.'Marvels they may seem to you now, Oisin, but theyare as nothing to the marvels of my father's land.'At length they came to a wild, storm-tossed stretch of sea; butthough the wind howled above them and the waves towered high onevery side, the enchanted white horse galloped on, while the lightningflashed and the thunder rolled.At last they were past the region ofstorm, and the sea lay before them calm and blue, and in the distance,ever drawing nearer, was the coastline of a fair land.On the shore of thisland they dismounted [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Oh, how I searched for the valley where I had lived with the hind: but I never reached it.And then you came, withyour friends and your hounds.''That hind was indeed your mother,' said Finn quietly, when theboy had finished his story.'She was Sav, my wife.'Finn called his son Oisin Little Fawn and he grew up mto a greatwarrior and an even greater poet.He was the bard of the Fianna andhe sang of their fame and their glorious deeds, that all men might hearof these things.Oisin was the father of the brave youth Oscar, whom his grand-father Finn loved above all others.Ever rash in combat, Oscar wasslain in the battle ofGavra, fighting against the leader of the enemy, andFinn wept long for him.After this, one day when Finn and the Fianna were hunting all aboutthe Lakes of Killamey, on the shore of Lough Lcane they were awareof a maiden riding towards them on a snow-white horse, where, amoment before, there had been neither rider nor horse.She was cladlike a queen, in a cloak set with red stars, with a golden crown on herhead.Lightly and proudly she sat on the back other huge white horse,which was shod with bright gold.The Fianna all stared at her withwonder; but none with greater wonder than Oisin, who watched herentranced.Finn came forward and greeted her, asking her name, and sheanswered, 'I am Niav of the Golden Hair, the daughter ofManannan,god of the sea, and I have come from, my father's kingdom, the Land ofthe Ever Young, for love of your son Oisin.For your son's fame, FinnMac Cool, and the fame of the songs that he makes, have reached evento the homes of the immortals.' She turned to Oisin.'Oism, son ofFinn, I have travelled a long way in search of you.Will you come backwith me to the Land of the Ever Young; It is a fair land, Oisin, wherethe trees bear blossom and fruit together, and there are green leaves allthe year round.In my land I will give you a coat of mail which noweapon can pierce and a sword which cannot miss a stroke.There youwill never grow old, or lose your strength, or die; and there sorrowwill be unknown to you.And I shall be your wife, Oisin, in the Landof the Ever Young.Will you come with me?'116OISIN, SON Or FINN MAC COOLCELTIC TALESLike one under a spell, Oisin stepped forward and laid his hand overher white hand as it held the horse's reins.He looked up into her eyes.*Niav of the Golden Hair, I will follow you to the Land of the EverYoung, or anywhere else you please.'Finn cried out in distress, 'Do not leave us, my son, for, if you do,we shall never see you again.'But Oisin did not seem to understand his words.As in a dream, hesmiled at Finn and his comrades in farewell, then mounted the whitehorse behind Niav.She immediately turned the horse's head, and itgalloped away from them, towards the coast of Ireland, growing eversmaller in the distance.Long did Finn and the others strain their eyes after Oisin, whom they were never to see again.When the white horse came to the sea, it galloped lightly over thewaves, until Oisin knew no longer whether they were on dry landor on water.A mist came all about them, and in the mist he sawstrange shapes, towers and houses and cities; a fawn which seemed tobe running over the waves, and a white hound with one red ear afterit; a maiden on a bay horse, with a golden apple in her hand, and awarrior riding after her in a mantle of yellow silk.This and manyother dreamlike shapes did Oisin see as they went.'Tell me,' he said wonderingly to Niav, 'what are all these marvelsabout us?'She laughed.'Marvels they may seem to you now, Oisin, but theyare as nothing to the marvels of my father's land.'At length they came to a wild, storm-tossed stretch of sea; butthough the wind howled above them and the waves towered high onevery side, the enchanted white horse galloped on, while the lightningflashed and the thunder rolled.At last they were past the region ofstorm, and the sea lay before them calm and blue, and in the distance,ever drawing nearer, was the coastline of a fair land.On the shore of thisland they dismounted [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]