A Literary History of Ireland, from Earliest Times to the Present DayHyde, Douglas
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A Literary History of Ireland, from Earliest Times to the Present Day
Hyde, Douglas
Civilization, Celtic, in literature; Irish literature -- History and criticism; Language and culture -- Ireland
about, and [there is] the sharp watch of the fierce man-hounds in it.'
'The hounds are no danger to us,' said Déirdre. 'Where did you behold
that face?' said Lavarcam. 'In a dream yesterday,' said Déirdre, and
she weeping, after hiding her face in her nurse's bosom, and shedding
tears plentifully. 'Rise up from me, dear pupil,' said Lavarcam,
'and restrain thy tears henceforth till thou eatest food and takest
a drink, and after Cailcin's eating his meal we shall talk together
about the dream.' Her nurse raises Déirdre's head, 'Take courage,
daughter,' said she, 'and be patient, for I am certain that thou shalt
get thy desire, for according to human age and life, Conor's time
beside thee is not (to be) long or lasting.'
"After Lavarcam's departing from her, she [Lavarcam] perceived a green
mantle hung in the front of a closed-up window on the head of a brass
club and the point of a spear thrust through the wall of the mansion.
Lavarcam puts her hand to it so that it readily came away with her,
and stones and moss fell down after it, so that the light of day, and
the grassy lawn, and the Champion's Plain in front of the mansion, and
the heroes at their feats of activity became visible. 'I understand,
now, my pupil,' said Lavarcam, 'that it was here you saw that dream.'
But Déirdre did not answer her. Her nurse left food and ale on the
table before Déirdre, and departed from her without speaking, for the
boring-through of the window did not please Lavarcam, for fear of
Conor or of Cailcin coming to the knowledge of it. As for Déirdre, she
ate not her food, but she quenched her thirst out of a goblet of ale,
and she takes with her the flesh of the calf, after covering it under
a corner of her mantle, and she went to her tutor and asks leave of
him to go out for a while (and walk) at the back of the mansion. 'The
day is cold, and there is snow darkening in (the air) daughter,' said
Cailcin, 'but you can walk for a while under the shelter of the walls
of the mansion, but mind the house of the hounds.'
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