They turned the prow of their vessel to the shore, landed, and went towards the house. It happened that at this very time the people of the house were seated at their evening meal; and Maildune and his companions, as they stood outside, heard a part of their conversation. Said one to another, "It would not be well for us if we were now to see Maildune." "As to Maildune," answered another, "it is very well known that he was drowned long ago in the great ocean." "Do not be sure," observed a third; "perchance he is the very man that may waken you up some morning from your sleep." "Supposing he came now," asked another, "what should we do?" The head of the house now spoke in reply to the last question; and Maildune at once knew the voice, for it was the voice of the man who had made a boast of slaying the young chief's father. And what he said was:--"I can easily answer that. Maildune has been for a long time suffering great afflictions and hardships; and if he were to come now, though we were enemies once, I should certainly give him a welcome and a kind reception." When Maildune heard this he knocked at the door; and the door-keeper asked who was there; to which Maildune made answer-- "It is I, Maildune, returned safely from all my wanderings." The chief of the house then ordered the door to be opened; and he went to meet Maildune, and brought him and his companions into the house. They were joyfully welcomed by the whole household; new garments were given to them; and they feasted and rested, till they forgot their weariness and their hardships. They related all the wonders God had revealed to them in the course of their voyage, according to the word of the sage who says, "It will be a source of pleasure to remember these things at a future time." After they had remained here for some days, Maildune and his companions returned to their own country. And Diuran took the piece of silver he had cut down from the great net at the Silver Pillar, and laid it, according to his promise, on the high altar of Armagh. From "Old Celtic Romances," by P. W. JOYCE, LL.D. XXXVII. TENNYSON'S "VOYAGE OF MAILDUNE." ("FOUNDED ON AN IRISH LEGEND: A.D. 700.") Of the tale called the "Voyage of Maildune," the oldest copy is in the Book of the Dun Cow, which was copied from older books eight hundred years ago: but here the story is imperfect at both the beginning and end, portions of the book having been torn away at some former time. There is, however, a perfect copy in the Yellow Book of Lecan.[164-1] It was translated and published for the first time in "Old Celtic Romances" in 1879. When this book appeared, the great English poet, Alfred Tennyson (afterwards Lord Tennyson), read the story, and made it the subject of a beautiful poem, also called "The Voyage of Maildune." Portions of the beginning and end of this poem are here given:-- I.