Myths & Legends of the Celtic RaceRolleston, T. W. (Thomas William)
Religion
Myths & Legends of the Celtic Race
Rolleston, T. W. (Thomas William)
Celts -- Religion; Mythology, Celtic
“What shall we find there,” said Maeldūn, “that is better than this?”
But still the people murmured and complained, and at last they said:
“Great is the love which Maeldūn has for his woman. Let him stay with her
alone if he will, but we will go to our own country.” But Maeldūn would
not be left after them, and at last one day, when the queen was away
judging the folk, they went on board their bark and put out to sea. Before
they had gone far, however, the queen came riding up with a clew of twine
in her hand, and she flung it after them. Maeldūn caught it in his hand,
and it clung to his hand so that he could not free himself, and the queen,
holding the other end, drew them back to land. And they stayed on the
island another three months.
Twice again the same thing happened, and at last the people averred that
Maeldūn held the clew on purpose, so great was his love for the woman. So
the next time another man caught the clew, but it clung to his hand as
before; so Diuran smote off his hand, and it fell with the clew into the
sea. “When she saw that she at once began to wail and shriek, so that all
the land was one cry, wailing and shrieking.” And thus they escaped from
the Island of the Women.
*The Island of the Red Berries*
On this island were trees with great red berries which yielded an
intoxicating and slumbrous juice. They mingled it with water to moderate
its power, and filled their casks with it, and sailed away.
*The Island of the Eagle*
A large island, with woods of oak and yew on one side of it, and on the
other a plain, whereon were herds of sheep, and a little lake in it; and
there also they found a small church and a fort, and an ancient grey
cleric, clad only in his hair. Maeldūn asked him who he was.
“I am the fifteenth man of the monks of St. Brennan of Birr,” he said. “We
went on our pilgrimage into the ocean, and they have all died save me
alone.” He showed them the tablet (? calendar) of the Holy Brennan, and
they prostrated themselves before it, and Maeldūn kissed it. They stayed
there for a season, feeding on the sheep of the island.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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