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I was well satisfied, and I had no wish for delay to get myself
free from the hag, so I took them on board the ship, and the child
I had myself. I thought the king might leave me the child I nursed
myself; but when I came to land, and all those young people with
me, the king and queen were out walking. The king was very aged,
and the queen aged likewise. When I came to converse with them,
and the twelve with me, the king and queen began to cry. I asked,
"Why are you crying?"
"It is for good cause I am crying. As many children as these I
should have, and now I am withered, grey, at the end of my life,
and I have not one at all."
I told him all I went through, and I gave him the child in his
hand, and "These are your other children who were stolen from you,
whom I am giving to you safe. They are gently reared."
When the king heard who they were he smothered them with kisses
and drowned them with tears, and dried them with fine cloths
silken and the hair of his own head, and so also did their mother,
and great was his welcome for me, as it was I who found them all.
The king said to me, "I will give you the last child, as it is you
who have earned him best; but you must come to my court every
year, and the child with you, and I will share with you my
possessions."
"I have enough of my own, and after my death I will leave it to
the child."
I spent a time, till my visit was over, and I told the king all
the troubles I went through, only I said nothing about my wife.
And now you have the story.
* * * * *
And now when you go home, and the Slender Red Champion asks you for news
of the death of Anshgayliacht and for the sword of light, tell him the
way in which his brother was killed, and say you have the sword; and he
will ask the sword from you. Say you to him, "If I promised to bring it
to you, I did not promise to bring it for you"; and then throw the sword
into the air and it will come back to me.
* * * * *
He went home, and he told the story of the death of Anshgayliacht to the
Slender Red Champion, "And here," said he, "is the sword." The Slender
Red Champion asked for the sword; but he said: "If I promised to bring
it to you, I did not promise to bring it for you"; and he threw it into
the air and it returned to Blue Niall.
[Illustration]
The Story of the McAndrew Family
[Illustration: A]
A long time ago, in the County Mayo, there lived a rich
man of the name of McAndrew. He owned cows and horses without number,
not to mention ducks and geese and pigs; and his land extended as far as
the eye could reach on the four sides of you.
McAndrew was a lucky man, the neighbours all said; but as for himself,
when he looked on his seven big sons growing up like weeds and with
scarcely any more sense, he felt sore enough, for of all the stupid
omadhauns the seven McAndrew brothers were the stupidest.
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