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The king and queen watch a chess match.

And he had with him seven trumpeters with gold and silver trumpets, with many coloured clothing, with golden, silken heads of hair, with coloured cloaks; and three harpers with the appearance of a king on each of them; every harper having the white skin of a deer about him and a cloak of white linen, and a harp-bag of the skins of water-dogs.

The watchman saw them from the dun when they had come into the Plain of Cruachan.

“I see a great crowd,” he said, “coming towards us. Since Aillel was king and Maeve was queen, there never came and there never will come a grander or more beautiful crowd than this one. It is like if I had my head in a vat of wine, with the breeze that goes over them.”

Then Fraech’s people let out their hounds, and the hounds found seven deer and seven foxes and seven hares and seven wild boars, and hunted them to Rath Cruachan, and there they were killed on the lawn of the dun.

Then did Ailell and Maeve give them a welcome and they were brought into the house, and while food was being made ready, Maeve sat down to play a game of chess with Fraech. It was a beautiful chessboard they had, all of white bronze, and the chessmen of gold and silver, and a candle of precious stones lighting them.

Then Ailell said, “Let your harpers play for us while the feast is being made ready.”

“Let them play indeed,” said Fraech.

So the harpers began to play, and it was much that the people of the house did not die with crying and with sadness. And the music they played was “The Three Cries of Uaithne.” It was Uaithne, the harp of the Dagda, that first played those cries the time that Broann’s were born. The first was a song of sorrow for the hardness of her pains and the second was a song of smiling and joy for the birth of her sons and the third was a sleeping song after the birth.

And with the music of the harpers, and with the light that shone from the precious stones in the house, they did not know that the night was on them, till at last Maeve started up and she said:

“We have done a great deed to keep these young men without food.”

“It is more you think of chess-playing than of providing for them,” said Ailell: “and now let them stop from the music,” he said, “until the food is given out.”

Then the food was divided. It was Lothar used to be sitting on the floor of the house, dividing the food with his cleaver, and he not eating himself, and from the time he began dividing the food, never failed under his hand.

After that Fraech was brought into the conversation of the house, and they asked him what it was he wanted.

“A visit to yourselves,” said he, but said nothing of Findabair. So they told him he was welcome and he stopped with them for a while and every day they went out hunting and all the people of Connaught used to come and to be looking at them.

But all this time Fraech got no chance of speaking with Findabair, until one morning, he went down to the river for washing and Findabair and her young girls had gone there before him. And he took her hand and said: “Stay here and talk with me, for it is for your sake that I am come and would you go away with me secretly?”

“I will not go secretly,” she said, “for I am the daughter of a king and of a queen.”

So she went from him, but she left him a ring to remember her by. It was a ring her mother had given her.

Then Fraech went to the conversation-house to Ailell and to Maeve.

“Will you give your daughter to me?” he said.

“We will give her if you will give the marriage portion we ask,” said Ailell, “and that is sixty black-grey horses with gold bits, and twelve milch cows and a white red-eared calf with each of them; and you to come with us with all your strength and all your musicians at whatever time we go to war in Ulster.”

“I swear by my shield and my sword, I would not give that for Maeve herself,” he said; and he went away out of the house.

But Ailell had taken notice of Findabair’s ring with Fraech, and he said to Maeve:

“If he brings our daughter away with him, we will lose the help of many of the kings of Ireland. Let us go after him and make an end of him before he has time to harm us.”

“That would be a pity,” said Maeve, “and it would be a reproach on us.”

“It will be no reproach on us, the way I will manage it,” said he. And Maeve agreed to it for there was a vexation on her that it was Findabair that Fraech wanted and not herself. So they went into the palace and Ailell said: “Let us go and see
the hounds hunting until mid-day.” So they did so, and at mid-day they were tired, and they all went to bathe in the river. And Fraech was swimming in the river and Ailell said to him, “Do not come back until you bring me a branch of the rowan tree there beyond, with the beautiful berries.” For he knew there was a prophecy that it was in a river that Fraech would get his death.

So he went and broke a branch off the tree and brought it back over the water, and it is beautiful he looked over the black water, his body without fault and his face so nice, and his eyes very grey and the branch with the red berries between the throat and the white face. And he threw the branch to them out of the water.

“It is ripe and beautiful the berries are,” said Ailell; “Bring us more of them.”

So he went off again to the tree and the water-worm that guarded the tree caught a hold of him.

“Let me have a sword,” he called out but there was not a man on the land would dare to give it to him for fear of Ailell and Maeve. But Findabair made a leap to go into the water with a gold knife she had in her hand, but Ailell threw a sharp pointed spear from above, through her plaited hair that held her, but she threw the knife to Fraech and he cut the head off the monster, and brought it with him to the land, but he himself got a deep wound. Then Ailell and Maeve went back to the house.

“It is a great deed that we have done,” said Maeve.

“It is a great pity indeed what we have done to the man,” said Ailell. “And let a healing-bath be made for him now,” he said, “of the marrow of pigs and of a heifer.” Fraech was put in the bath then, and pleasant music was played by the trumpeters and a bed was made for him.

Then a sorrowful crying was heard of Cruachan, and they saw three times fifty women with purple gowns with green head-dresses and pins of silver on their wrists, and a messenger went and asked them who it was they were crying for. “For Fraech, son of Idath,” they said, “boy darling of the King of the Sidhe of Ireland.”

Then Fraech heard their crying and said, “Lift me out of this, for that is the cry of my mother and of the women of Broann.” So they lifted him out and the women came round him and brought him away into the Hill of Cruachan.

The next day he came out, and he was whole and sound, and fifty women with him, and they with the appearance of the women of the Sidhe. And at the door of the dun they left him, and they gave out their cry again, so that all the people that heard it could not but feel sorrowful. It is from this the musicians of Ireland learned the sorrowful cry of the women of the Sidhe.

And when he went into the house, the whole household rose up before him and bade him welcome, as if from another world he was come. And there was shame and repentance on Ailell and on Maeve for trying to harm him, and a peace was made, and he went away to his own place.

And it was after that he came to help Ailell and Maeve, and that he got his death in a river as was foretold at the beginning of the war for the Brown Bull of Cuailgne.

And at one time the Hill was robbed by the men of Cruachan and this is the way it happened:

One night at Samhain, Ailell and Maeve were in Cruachan with their whole household and the food was being made ready.

Two prisoners had been hanged by them the day before and Ailell said: “Whoever will put a gad round the foot of wither of the two men on the gallows, will get a prize from
me.” It was a very dark night and bad things would always appear on that night of Samhain, and every man that went out to try came back very quickly into the house.

“I will go if I get a prize,” said Nera, then.

“I will give you this gold-hilted sword,” said Ailell.

So Nera went out and he put a gad round the foot of one of the men that had been hanged. Then the man spoke to him.

“It is a good courage you have,” he said, “and bring me with you to where I can get a drink for I was very thirsty when I was hanged.” So Nera brought him where he could get a drink, and then he put him on the gallows again and went back to Cruachan.

But what he saw was the whole palace as if it was on fire before him and the heads of the people lying on the ground and then he thought he saw an army going into the Hill of Cruachan and he followed after the army.

“There is a man on our track,” the last man said.

“The track is the heavier,” said the [man] next to him and each said that word to the other from the last to the first. Then they went into the Hill of Cruachan. And they said to their king:

“What shall be done to the man that is come in?”

“Let him come here till I speak with him,” said the king. So Nera came and the king asked him who it was had brought him in.

“I came in with your army,” said Nera.

“Go to that house beyond,” said the king. “There is a woman there that will make you welcome. Tell her it is I, myself, sent you to her. And come every day,” he said, “to this house with a load of firing.”

So Nera went where he was told and the woman said: “A welcome before you if it is the king sent you.” So he stopped there and took the woman for his wife. And every day for three days, he brought a load of firing to the king’s house, and on each day he saw a blind man and a lame man on his back coming out of the house before him. They would go on until they were at the brink of the well before the hill.

“Is it there?” the blind man would say.

“It is indeed,” the lame man would say. “Let us go away,” the lame man would say then.

And at the end of three days, as he thought, Nera asked the woman about this.

“Why do the blind man and the lame man go every day to the well?” he said.

“They go to know is the crown safe that is in the well. It is where the king’s crown is kept.”

“Why do these two go?” said Nera.

“It is easy to tell that,” she said, “they are trusted by the king to visit the crown, and one of them was blinded by him and the other was lamed. And another thing,” she said, “go and give a warning to your people to mind themselves next Samhain night, unless they will come and attack the hill, for it is only at Samhain,” she said, “the army of the Sidhe can go out, for it is at that time all the hills of the Sidhe of Ireland are opened. But if they will come, I will promise them this, the crown of Briun to be carried off by Ailell and by Maeve.”

“How can I give them that message,” said Nera, “when I saw the whole dun of Cruachan burned and destroyed and all the people destroyed with it?”

“You did not see that indeed,” she said. “It was the host of the Sidhe came and put that appearance before your eyes. And go back to them now,” she said, “and you will
find them sitting round the same great pot, and the meat not yet taken off the fire.”

“How will it be believed that I have gone into the Hill?” said Nera.

“Bring flowers of summer with you,” said the woman. So he brought wild garlic with him, and primroses and golden fern.

So he went back to the palace and he found his people round the same great pot, and he told them all that had happened to him, and the sword was given to him, and he stopped with his people to the end of a year.

At the end of the year, Ailell said to Nera: “We are going now against the Hill of the Sidhe, and let you go back,” he said, “if you have anything to bring out of it.” So he went back to see the woman and she bade him welcome.

“Go now,” she said, “and bring a load of firing to the king, for I went in myself every day for the last year with the load on my back, and I said there was sickness on you.” So he did that.

Then the men of Connaught and the black host of the exiles of Ulster went into the Hill and robbed it and brought away the crown of Briun, son of Smetra, that was made by the smith of Angus, son of Umor, and that was kept in the well at Cruachan, to save it from the Morrigu. And Nera was left with his people in the hill, and he has not come out till now, and he will not come out till the end of life and time.

Now one time the Morrigu brought away a cow from the Hill of the Cruachan to the Brown Bull of Cuailgne, and after she brought it back its calf was born. And one day it went out of the Hill and bellowed three times. At that time Ailell and Fergus were playing draughts, for it was after Fergus had come as an exile from Ulster because of the death of the sons of Usnach, and they heard the bellowing of the bull-calf in the plain. Then Fergus said:

“I do not like the sound of that calf bellowing. There will be calves without cows,” he said, “when the king goes on his march.”

But now Ailell’s bull, Finbanach, the White-Horned met the calf on the plain of Cruachan, and they fought together, and the calf was beaten and it bellowed.

“What did the calf bellow?” Maeve asked her cow-herd Buaigle.

“I know that, my master Fergus,” said Bricriu. “It is the song that you were singing a while ago.” On that Fergus turned and struck with his fist at his head, so that five of the chessmen that were in his hand went into Bricriu’s head and it was a lasting hurt to him.

“Tell me now Buaigle, what did the calf bellow?” said Maeve.

“It said indeed,” said Buaigle, “that if its father, the Brown Bull of Cuailgne would come to fight with the White-Horned, he would not been seen any more in Ai, he would be beaten through the whole plain of Ai on every side.” And it is what Maeve said:

“I swear by the gods my people swear by, I will not lie down on feathers or drink red or white ale, till I see those two bulls fighting before my face.”

Magical Stones

No picture of the early Celtic landscape would be complete without its stone rings or individual upright-standing stones. In fact, they have come to characterize all that is Celtic about the countryside and have become so entwined with Celtic mythology that it would be neglectful to omit references to them from this selection.

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