"Evil will certainly come of this espousal, O princess, both to thee and
to me. Far better would it be for thee to choose Finn and to pass me by;
for now we shall wander without home or rest, fleeing from his wrath.
Return, then, princess, return even now through the wicket gate, for the
sleepers have not yet awakened; and Finn shall never learn what has
happened."
But Grania, gentle and sad indeed, but quite unmoved, replied, "I will
never return; and until death takes me I will not part from thee."
Then at last Dermat yielded and strove no longer; and putting off his
sternness of manner and voice, he spoke gently to the princess and
said--
"I will hide my thoughts from thee no more, Grania. I will be thy
husband, all unworthy of thee as I am; and I will guard thee and defend
thee to the death from Finn and his hirelings."
And they plighted their faith, and vowed solemn vows to be faithful to
each other as man and wife for ever.
FOOTNOTES:
[CVII.] See foot-note, page 55.
CHAPTER III.
FLIGHT AND PURSUIT.
Then Grania showed Dermat the fenced meadow where her father's horses
grazed, and bade him yoke two horses to a chariot. And when he had done
so, he and Grania sat in the chariot and travelled with all speed
westward, till they reached Ath-Luan.[CVIII.]
And when they had come to the ford, Dermat said, "Finn will doubtless
pursue us, and it will be all the easier for him to follow our track,
that we have the horses."
And Grania answered, "As we are now so far from Tara, we may leave the
chariot and horses here, and I will fare on foot henceforward."
So they alighted from the chariot; and Dermat, leading one of the horses
across, left them both some distance above the ford, one at each side of
the river. And he took up Grania in his strong arms, and brought her
tenderly across the ford, so that not even the sole of her foot, or the
skirt of her mantle was wetted. Then they walked against the stream for
a mile, and turned south-west, till they reached the Wood of the two
Tents.[CIX.]
In the midst of the wood, where it was thickest, Dermat lopped off
branches and wove a hut, where they rested. And he brought Grania the
wild animals of the wood to eat, and gave her the water of a clear
spring to drink.
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