Celts -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Fairy tales -- Great Britain; Folklore -- Great Britain; Tales -- Great Britain
Another came in, and said it was he really. When the mistress
heard of it, she came to see with her own eyes, for she would not
believe I was there; and when she saw me she said she'd drown
herself. But I said to her, "If you yourself will keep the secret,
no living man will ever get the story from me until I lose my
head." Here she is herself to say if I am telling the truth. "Oh,
it's nothing but truth you are telling."
When I saw I was in a man's shape, I said I would take the child
back to his father and mother, as I knew the grief they were in
after him. I got a ship, and took the child with me; and as I
journeyed I came to land on an island, and I saw not a living soul
on it, only a castle dark and gloomy. I went in to see was there
any one in it. There was no one but an old hag, tall and
frightful, and she asked me, "What sort of person are you?" I
heard some one groaning in another room, and I said I was a
doctor, and I asked her what ailed the person who was groaning.
"Oh," said she, "it is my son, whose hand has been bitten from his
wrist by a dog."
I knew then that it was he who had taken the child from me, and I
said I would cure him if I got a good reward.
"I have nothing; but there are eight young lads and three young
women, as handsome as any one ever laid eyes on, and if you cure
him I will give you them."
"Tell me first in what place his hand was cut from him?"
"Oh, it was out in another country, twelve years ago."
"Show me the way, that I may see him."
She brought me into a room, so that I saw him, and his arm was
swelled up to the shoulder. He asked me if I would cure him; and I
said I would cure him if he would give me the reward his mother
promised.
"Oh, I will give it; but cure me."
"Well, bring them out to me."
The hag brought them out of the room. I said I should burn the
flesh that was on his arm. When I looked on him he was howling
with pain. I said that I would not leave him in pain long. The
wretch had only one eye in his forehead. I took a bar of iron, and
put it in the fire till it was red, and I said to the hag, "He
will be howling at first, but will fall asleep presently, and do
not wake him till he has slept as much as he wants. I will close
the door when I am going out." I took the bar with me, and I stood
over him, and I turned it across through his eye as far as I
could. He began to bellow, and tried to catch me, but I was out
and away, having closed the door. The hag asked me, "Why is he
bellowing?"
"Oh, he will be quiet presently, and will sleep for a good while,
and I'll come again to have a look at him; but bring me out the
young men and the young women."
I took them with me, and I said to her, "Tell me where you got
them."
"My son brought them with him, and they are all the children of
one king."
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