which it was unlawful to transgress, but this was
discovered by Dethcaen. She discovered it while
he was yet a babe. With her own hands Dethcaen
washed his garments and bathed his tiny limbs; lightly
and cheerfully she sprang from her couch at night
when she heard his voice, and raised him from the cradle
and wrapped him tenderly, and put him into the hands
of his mother. She watched him when he slumbered;
there was great stillness in the palace of Sualtam
when the child slept. She repeated for him many
tales and taught him nothing base. When he was
three years old, men came with hounds to hunt the
stream which ran past Dun Dalgan. [Footnote:
Now Dundalk, capital of the County of Louth.] Early
in the morning Setanta heard the baying of the hounds
and the shouting of the men. They were hunting
a great water-dog which had his abode in this stream.
Setanta leaped from his couch and ran to the river.
Well he knew that stream and all its pools and shallows;
he knew where the water-dog had his den. Thither
by circuit he ran and stood before the month of the
same, having a stone in either hand. The hunted
water-dog drew nigh. Maddened with fear and rage
he gnashed his teeth and growled, and then charged
at the child. There, O Setanta, with the stroke
of one stone thou didst slay the water-dog! The
dog was carried in procession with songs to the dun
of Sualtam, who that night gave a great feast and
called many to rejoice with him, because his only
son had done bravely. A prophet who was there
said, “Thou shalt do many feats in thy time,
O Setanta, and the last will resemble the first.”
Setanta played along the sand and by the frothing
waves of the sea-shore under the dun. He had
a ball and an ashen hurle shod with bronze; joyfully
he used to drive his ball along the hard sand, shouting
among his small playmates. The captain of the
guard gave him a sheaf of toy javelins and taught
him how to cast, and made for him a sword of lath
and a painted shield. They made for him a high
chair. In the great hall of the dun, when supper
was served, he used to sit beside the champion of
that small realm, at the south end of the table over
against the king. Ever as evening drew on and
the candles were lit, and the instruments of festivity
and the armour and trophies on the walls and pillars
shone in the cheerful light, and the people of Sualtam
sat down rejoicing, there too duly appeared Setanta
over against his father by the side of the champion,
very fair and pure, yellow-haired, in his scarlet
bratta fastened with a little brooch of silver, serene
and grave beyond his years, shining there like a very
bright star on the edge of a thunder-cloud, so that
men often smiled to see them together.