At the very moment they reached the ground, the wizard-champion, with a
sudden effort, tore himself away from Dermat's grasp and ran forward
with great speed. Dermat leaped to his feet; and he was so amazed at
what he saw around him that he stood stock still and let the
wizard-champion escape: a lovely country, with many green-sided hills
and fair valleys between, woods of red yew trees, and plains laughing
all over with flowers of every hue.
Right before him, not far off, lay a city of great tall houses with
glittering roofs; and on the side nearest to him was a royal palace,
larger and grander than the rest. On the level green in front of the
palace were a number of knights, all armed, and amusing themselves with
various warlike exercises of sword and shield and spear.
Straight towards this assembly the wizard-champion ran; which, when
Dermat saw, he set off in pursuit, hoping to overtake him. But the
wizard-champion had too long a start, and when he reached the exercise
green, the knights opened to the right and left, leaving a broad way
through which he rushed. He never halted or looked behind till he had
got inside the palace gate; and the moment he had passed in, the knights
closed their ranks, and stood facing Dermat with threatening looks and
gestures.
Nothing daunted, Dermat held on his pace towards them; and now those of
the front rank started forward with spears and swords, intending to
crush him at once, and hew his body to mincemeat. But it was not terror
nor weakness nor a desire of flight that this produced in Dermat, for
his battle-fury was on him; and he rushed through them and under them
and over them, as a hawk rushes among a flight of sparrows, or like a
whale through a shoal of little fishes, or like a raging wolf among a
flock of sheep, or like a vast billow among a fleet of small vessels, or
like a great brown torrent rushing down the steep side of a mountain,
that sweeps everything headlong before it. So did Dermat cleave a wide
laneway through the hosts, till, from a solid band of warriors, he
turned them into a scattered crowd, flying in all directions. And those
that did not fall by his hand, ran hither and thither, some to hide
themselves in the thick forests and remote, wooded glens of the
surrounding country; while others rushed in through the outer gate of
the palace, and shut themselves up in the strongest part of the
fortress, neither did they deem themselves safe till they had shot home
every bolt, and securely fastened every strong iron lock.
At last not a living soul remained on the green, and Dermat sat down,
weary after his battle-toil, and smarting all over with wounds. He was
grieved and downcast also, for he knew not where he was, and he saw no
chance that he should be able either to find any tidings of the friends
he was in search of, or to return to his companions in the ship.
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