Irish Fairy and Folk Tales (48 page)

In consequence of the severe
geis
imposed upon him, Conn-eda was very much troubled in mind; and, well knowing he had a long journey to make before he would reach his destination, immediately prepared to set out on his way, not, however, before he had the satisfaction of witnessing the ascent of the queen to the place where she was obliged to remain exposed to the scorching sun of the summer and the blasting storms of winter, for the space of one year and a day, at least. Conn-eda being ignorant of what steps he should take to procure the
each dubh
and
cuileen con na mbuadh
, though he was well aware that human energy would prove unavailing, thought proper to consult the great Druid, Fionn Dadhna, of Sleabh Badhna, who was a friend of his before he ventured to proceed to Lough Erne. When he arrived at the bruighean of the Druid, he was received with cordial friendship, and the
failte
(welcome), as usual, was poured out before him, and
when he was seated, warm water was fetched, and his feet bathed so that the fatigue he felt after his journey was greatly relieved. The Druid, after he had partaken of refreshments, consisting of the newest of food and oldest of liquors, asked him the reason for paying the visit, and more particularly the cause of his sorrow; for the prince appeared exceedingly depressed in spirit. Conn-eda told his friend the whole history of the transaction with his stepmother from beginning to end. “Can you not assist me?” asked the Prince, with downcast countenance. “I cannot, indeed, assist you at present,” replied the Druid; “but I will retire to my
grianan
(green place) at sunrising on the morrow, and learn by virtue of my Druidism what can be done to assist you.” The Druid, accordingly, as the sun rose on the following morning, retired to his
grianan
, and consulted the god he adored, through the power of his
draoidheacht.
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When he returned, he called Conn-eda aside on the plain, and addressed him thus: “My dear son, I find you have been under a severe—an almost impossible—
geis
intended for your destruction; no person on earth could have advised the queen to impose it except the Cailleach of Lough Corrib, who is the greatest Druidess now in Ireland, and sister to the Firbolg, King of Lough Erne. It is not in my power, nor in that of the Deity I adore, to interfere in your behalf; but go directly to Sliabh Mis, and consult
Eánchinn-duine
(the bird of the human head), and if there be any possibility of relieving you, that bird can do it, for there is not a bird in the western world so celebrated as that bird, because it knows all things that are past, all things that are present and exist, and all things that shall hereafter exist. It is difficult to find access to his place of concealment, and more difficult still to obtain an answer from him; but I will
endeavor to regulate that matter for you; and that is all I can do for you at present.”

The Arch-Druid then instructed him thus: “Take,” said he, “yonder little shaggy steed, and mount him immediately, for in three days the bird will make himself visible, and the little shaggy steed will conduct you to his place of abode. But lest the bird should refuse to reply to your queries, take this precious stone (
leag lorgmhar
), and present it to him, and then little danger and doubt exist but that he will give you a ready answer.” The prince returned heartfelt thanks to the Druid and, having saddled and mounted the little shaggy horse without much delay, he received the precious stone from the Druid, and, after having taken his leave of him, set out on his journey. He suffered the reins to fall loose upon the neck of the horse according as he had been instructed, so that the animal took whatever road he chose.

It would be tedious to relate the numerous adventures he had with the little shaggy horse, which had the extraordinary gift of speech, and was a
draoidheacht
horse during his journey.

The Prince having reached the hiding place of the strange bird at the appointed time, and having presented him with the
leag lorgmhar
, according to Fionn Badhna’s instructions, and proposed his questions relative to the manner he could best arrange for the fulfilment of his
geis
, the bird took up in his mouth the jewel from the stone on which it was placed, and flew to an inaccessible rock at some distance, and, when there perched, he thus addressed the prince, “Conn-eda, son of the King of Cruachan,” said he, in a loud, croaking human voice, “remove the stone just under your right foot, and take the ball of iron and
corna
(cup) you shall find under it; then mount your horse, cast the ball before you, and having so done, your horse will tell you all the other things necessary to be done.” The bird, having said this, immediately flew out of sight.

Conn-eda took great care to do everything according to the instructions of the bird. He found the iron ball and
corna
in the place which had been pointed out. He took them up, mounted his horse, and cast the ball before him. The ball rolled on at a regular gait, while the little shaggy horse followed on the way it led until they reached the margin of Lough Erne. Here the ball rolled in the water and became invisible. “Alight now,” said the
draoidheacht
pony, “and put your hand into mine ear; take from thence the small bottle of
ice
(all-heal) and the little wicker basket which you will find there, and remount with speed, for just now your great dangers and difficulties commence.” Conn-eda, ever faithful to the kind advice of his
draoidheacht
pony, did what he had been advised. Having taken the basket and bottle of
ice
from the animal’s ear, he remounted and proceeded on his journey, while the water of the lake appeared only like an atmosphere above his head. When he entered the lake the ball again appeared, and rolled along until it came to the margin, across which was a causeway, guarded by three frightful serpents; the hissings of the monsters was heard at a great distance, while, on a nearer approach, their yawning mouths and formidable fangs were quite sufficient to terrify the stoutest heart. “Now,” said the horse, “open the basket and cast a piece of the meat you will find in it into the mouth of each serpent; when you have done this, secure yourself in your seat in the best manner you can, so that we may make all due arrangements to pass those
draoidheacht peists.
If you cast the pieces of meat into the mouth of each
peist
unerringly, we shall pass them safely, otherwise we are lost.” Conn-eda flung the pieces of meat into the jaws of the serpents with unerring aim. “Bare a benison and victory,” said the
draoidheacht
steed, “for you are a youth that will win and prosper.” And, on saying these words, he sprang aloft, and cleared in his leap the river and
ford, guarded by the serpents, seven measures beyond the margin. “Are you still mounted, Prince Conn-eda?” said the steed. “It has taken only half my exertion to remain so,” replied Conn-eda. “I find,” said the pony, “that you are a young prince that deserves to succeed; one danger is now over, but two others remain.” They proceeded onward after the ball until they came in view of a great mountain flaming with fire. “Hold yourself in readiness for another dangerous leap,” said the horse. The trembling prince had no answer to make, but seated himself as securely as the magnitude of the danger before him would permit. The horse in the next instant sprang from the earth, and flew like an arrow over the burning mountain. “Are you still alive, Conn-eda, son of Conn-Mór?” inquired the faithful horse. “I’m just alive, and no more, for I’m greatly scorched,” answered the prince. “Since you are yet alive, I feel assured that you are a young man destined to meet supernatural success and benisons,” said the Druidic steed. “Our greatest dangers are over,” added he, “and there is hope that we shall overcome the next and last danger.” After they had proceeded a short distance, his faithful steed, addressing Conn-eda, said, “Alight, now, and apply a portion of the little bottle of
ice
to your wounds.” The prince immediately followed the advice of his monitor, and, as soon as he rubbed the
ice
(all-heal) to his wounds, he became as whole and fresh as ever he had been before. After having done this, Conn-eda remounted, and following the track of the ball, soon came in sight of a great city surrounded by high walls. The only gate that was visible was not defended by armed men, but by two great towers that emitted flames that could be seen at a great distance. “Alight on this plain,” said the steed, “and take a small knife from my other ear; and with this knife you shall kill and flay me. When you have done this, envelope yourself in my hide, and you can pass the gate
unscathed and unmolested. When you get inside you can come out at pleasure; because when once you enter there is no danger, and you can pass and repass whenever you wish; and let me tell you that all I have to ask of you in return is that you, when once inside the gates, will immediately return and drive away the birds of prey that may be fluttering round to feed on my carcass; and more, that you will pour any drop of that powerful
ice
, if such still remain in the bottle, upon my flesh, to preserve it from corruption. When you do this in memory of me, if it be not too troublesome, dig a pit, and cast my remains into it.”

“Well,” said Conn-eda, “my noblest steed, because you have been so faithful to me hitherto, and because you still would have rendered me further service, I consider such a proposal insulting to my feelings as a man, and totally in variance with the spirit which can feel the value of gratitude, not to speak of my feelings as a prince. But as a prince I am able to say, Come what may—come death itself in its most hideous forms and terrors—I never will sacrifice private friendship to personal interest. Hence, I am, I swear by my arms of valor, prepared to meet the worst—even death itself—sooner than violate the principles of humanity, honor, and friendship! What a sacrifice do you propose!” “Pshaw, man! heed not that; do what I advise you, and prosper.” “Never! never!” exclaimed the prince. “Well, then, son of the great western monarch,” said the horse, with a tone of sorrow, “if you do not follow my advice on this occasion, I tell you that both you and I shall perish, and shall never meet again; but, if you act as I have instructed you, matters shall assume a happier and more pleasing aspect than you may imagine. I have not misled you heretofore, and, if I have not, what need have you to doubt the most important portion of my counsel? Do exactly as I have directed you, else you will cause a worse fate than death to
befall me. And, moreover, I can tell you that, if you persist in your resolution, I have done with you forever.”

When the prince found that his noble steed could not be persuaded from his purpose, he took the knife out of his ear with reluctance, and with a faltering and trembling hand essayed experimentally to point the weapon at his throat. Conn-eda’s eyes were bathed in tears; but no sooner had he pointed the Druidic
scian
to the throat of his good steed, than the dagger, as if impelled by some Druidic power, stuck in his neck, and in an instant the work of death was done, and the noble animal fell dead at his feet. When the prince saw his noble steed fall dead by his hand, he cast himself on the ground, and cried aloud until his consciousness was gone. When he recovered, he perceived that the steed was quite dead; and, as he thought there was no hope of resuscitating him, he considered it the most prudent course he could adopt to act according to the advice he had given him. After many misgivings of mind and abundant showers of tears, he essayed the task of flaying him, which was only that of a few minutes. When he found he had the hide separated from the body, he, in the derangement of the moment, enveloped himself in it, and proceeding toward the magnificent city in rather a demented state of mind, entered it without any molestation or opposition. It was a surprisingly populous city, and an extremely wealthy place; but its beauty, magnificence, and wealth had no charms for Conn-eda, because the thoughts of the loss he sustained in his dear steed were paramount to those of all other earthly considerations.

He had scarcely proceeded more than fifty paces from the gate, when the last request of his beloved
draoidheacht
steed forced itself upon his mind, and compelled him to return to perform the last solemn injunctions upon him. When he came to the spot upon which the remains of his beloved
draoidh-eacht
steed lay, an appalling sight presented itself; ravens and other carnivorous birds of prey were tearing and devouring the flesh of his dear steed. It was but short work to put them to flight; and having uncorked his little jar of
ice
, he deemed it a labor of love to embalm the now mangled remains with the precious ointment. The potent
ice
had scarcely touched the inanimate flesh, when, to the surprise of Conn-eda, it commenced to undergo some strange change, and in a few minutes, to his unspeakable astonishment and joy, it assumed the form of one of the handsomest and noblest young men imaginable, and in the twinkling of an eye the prince was locked in his embrace, smothering him with kisses, and drowning him with tears of joy. When one recovered from his ecstasy of joy, the other from his surprise, the strange youth thus addressed the prince: “Most noble and puissant prince, you are the best sight I ever saw with my eyes, and I am the most fortunate being in existence for having met you! Behold in my person, changed to the natural shape, your little shaggy
draoidheacht
steed! I am brother of the king of the city; and it was the wicked Druid, Fionn Badhna, who kept me so long in bondage; but he was forced to give me up when you came to
consult
him, for my
geis
was then broken; yet I could not recover my pristine shape and appearance unless you had acted as you have kindly done. It was my own sister that urged the queen, your stepmother, to send you in quest of the steed and powerful puppy hound, which my brother has now in keeping. My sister, rest assured, had no thought of doing you the least injury, but much good, as you will find hereafter; because, if she were maliciously inclined toward you, she could have accomplished her end without any trouble. In short, she only wanted to free you from all future danger and disaster, and recover me from my relentless enemies through your instrumentality. Come with me, my friend and deliverer,
and the steed and the puppy hound of extraordinary powers, and the golden apples, shall be yours, and a cordial welcome shall greet you in my brother’s abode; for you will deserve all this and much more.”