"Lay not the blame of that on me," said Dermat; "for Grania put me under
heavy gesa, which for all the wealth of the world I would not break
through--no, not even for life itself. Neither did I rest on my own
judgment in the matter; for well thou knowest that Oisin, and Oscar, and
Dering, and Mac Luga counselled me to the course I took.
"And now, O Finn, I pray thee let me drink from thy hands, for I feel
the weakness of death coming on me. And thou wilt not gainsay that I
deserve it, if thou wilt only remember the feast that Midac, the son of
Colga, made for thee in the Fairy Palace of the Quicken Trees.[CXXXVI.]
To this feast Midac invited thee and thy companions; while to the Palace
of the Island he brought secretly the King of the World with a great
host, and the three kings of the Island of the Torrent, with intent to
slay thee and all thy Fena.
"Now Midac caused some of the clay of the Island of the Torrent to be
placed under you, with foul spells, in the Palace of the Quicken Trees,
so that your feet and your hands clove to the ground. And it was
revealed to thee that the King of the World was about to send a chief
with a troop of warriors, to slay you, helpless as you were, and to
bring him your heads to the Palace of the Island.
"But at that same time, I came to thee outside the Palace of the Quicken
Trees; and thou didst make known to me your deadly strait. Then did I
take thee, Finn, and those who were with thee, under the protection of
my knighthood and valour; and I went to the ford to defend it against
the foreigners.
"And after a little time the three dragon-like kings of the Island of
the Torrent came towards the palace: but I defended the ford, and,
venturing my life for thee, I bore their attack and slew them all three.
And I swept off their heads, and brought them, all gory as they were, in
the hollow of my shield, to the palace where you lay miserably bound;
and, sprinkling the clay with the blood, I broke the spell and set you
free. And had I asked thee for a drink on that night, O Finn, of a
surety thou wouldst not have refused me.
"And many another deadly strait did I free you from, since the day I was
admitted among the Fena, always putting myself forward to the post of
danger, and perilling my life for your safety; and now why dost thou
requite me with this foul treachery?
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