I have heard one Hearne, a witch-doctor, who is on the border of Clare and Galway, say that in “every household” of faery “there is a queen and a fool,” and that if you are “touched” by either you never recover, though you may from the touch of any other in faery.  He said of the fool that he was “maybe the wisest of all,” and spoke of him as dressed like one of the “mummers that used to be going about the country.”  Since then a friend has gathered me some few stories of him, and I have heard that he is known, too, in the highlands.  I remember seeing a long, lank, ragged man sitting by the hearth in the cottage of an old miller not far from where I am now writing, and being told that he was a fool; and I find from the stories that my friend has gathered that he is believed to go to faery in his sleep; but whether he becomes an Amadan-na-Breena, a fool of the forth, and is attached to a household there, I cannot tell.  It was an old woman that I know well, and who has been in faery herself, that spoke of him.  She said, “There are fools amongst them, and the fools we see, like that Amadan of Ballylee, go away with them at night, and so do the woman fools that we call Oinseachs (apes).”  A woman who is related to the witch-doctor on the border of Clare, and who can Cure people and cattle by spells, said, “There are some cures I can’t do.  I can’t help any one that has got a stroke from the queen or the fool of the forth.  I knew of a woman that saw the queen one time, and she looked like any Christian.  I never heard of any that saw the fool but one woman that was walking near Gort, and she called out, ’There’s the fool of the forth coming after me.’  So her friends that were with her called out, though they could see nothing, and I suppose he went away at that, for she got no harm.  He was like a big strong man, she said, and half naked, and that is all she said about him.  I have never seen any myself, but I am a cousin of Hearne, and my uncle was away twenty-one years.”  The wife of the old miller said, “It is said they are mostly good neighbours, but the stroke of the fool is what there is no cure for; any one that gets that is gone.  The Amadan-na-Breena we call him!” And an old woman who lives in the Bog of Kiltartan, and is very poor, said, “It is true enough, there is no cure for the stroke of the Amadan-na-Breena.  There was an old man I knew long ago, he had a tape, and he could tell what diseases you had with measuring you; and he knew many things.  And he said to me one time, ‘What month of the year is the worst?’ and I said, ’The month of May, of course.’  ‘It is not,’ he said; ’but the month of June, for that’s the month that the Amadan gives his stroke!’ They say he looks like any other man, but he’s leathan (wide), and not smart.  I knew a boy one time got a great fright, for a lamb looked over the wall at him with a beard on it, and he knew it was the Amadan, for it was the month of June.  And they brought him to that man I was telling