The High Deeds of Finn and other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland eBook

T. W. Rolleston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 254 pages of information about The High Deeds of Finn and other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland.

The High Deeds of Finn and other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland eBook

T. W. Rolleston
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 254 pages of information about The High Deeds of Finn and other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland.

But Oisin’s heart was high with pride and victory, and a longing uprose in his heart with a rush like a springtide for the days when some great deed had been done among the Fianna, and the victors were hailed and lauded by the home-folk in the Dun of Allen, men and women leaving their toil or their pleasure to crowd round the heroes, and to question again and again, and to learn each thing that had passed; and the bards noting all to weave it into a glorious tale for after days; and more than all the smile and the look of Finn as he learned how his children had borne themselves in the face of death.  And so Oisin said to Niam, “Let me, for a short while, return to the land of Erinn, that I may see there my friends and kin and tell them of the glory and joy that are mine in the Land of Youth.”  But Niam wept and laid her white arms about his neck, entreating him to think no more of the sad world where all men live and move under a canopy of death, and where summer is slain by winter, and youth by old age, and where love itself, if it die not by falsehood and wrong, perishes many a time of too complete a joy.  But Oisin said, “The world of men compared with thy world is like this dreary waste compared with the city of thy father; yet in that city, Niam, none is better or worse than another, and I hunger to tell my tale to ignorant and feeble folk that my words can move, as words of mine have done of old, to wonder and delight.  Then I shall return to thee, Niam, and to thy fair and blissful land; and having brought over to mortal men a tale that never man has told before, I shall be happy and at peace for ever in the Land of Youth.”

So they fared back to the golden city, and next day Niam brought to Oisin the white steed that had borne them from Erinn, and bade him farewell.  “This our steed,” she said, “will carry thee across the sea to the land where I found thee, and whithersoever thou wilt, and what folk are there thou shalt see, and what tale thou hast to tell can be told.  But never for even a moment must thou alight from his back, for if thy foot once touch again the soil of earth, thou shalt never win to me and to the Land of Youth again.  And sorely do I fear some evil chance.  Was not the love of Niam of the Head of Gold enough to fill a mortal’s heart?  But if thou must go, then go, and blessing and victory be thine.”

Then Oisin held her long in his arms and kissed her, and vowed to make no long stay and never to alight from the fairy steed.  And then he shook the golden reins and the horse threw its head aloft and snorted and bore him away in a pace like that of flowing water for speed and smoothness.  Anon they came to the margin of the blue sea, and still the white steed galloped on, brushing the crests of the waves into glittering spray.  The sun glared upon the sea and Oisin’s head swam with the heat and motion, and in mist and dreams he rode where no day was, nor night, nor any thought of time, till at last his horse’s

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