Meantime the old bird, after the others had left, continued to smooth and plume his feathers till evening; then, shaking his wings, he rose up, and flew three times round the island, as if to try his strength. And now the men observed that he had lost all the appearances of old age: his feathers were thick and glossy, his head was erect and his eye bright, and he flew with quite as much power and swiftness as the others. Alighting for the last time on the hillock, after resting a little, he rose again, and turning his flight after the other two, to the point from which he had come, he was soon lost to view, and the voyagers saw no more of him. It now appeared very clear to Maildun and his companions that this bird had undergone a renewal of youth from old age, according to the word of the prophet, which says, "Thy youth shall be renewed as the eagle." Diuran, seeing this great wonder, said to his companions-- "Let us also bathe in the lake, and we shall obtain a renewal of youth like the bird." But they said, "Not so, for the bird has left the poison of his old age and decay in the water." Diuran, however, would have his own way; and he told them he was resolved to try the virtue of the water, and that they might follow his example or not, whichever they pleased. So he plunged in and swam about for some time, after which he took a little of the water and mixed it in his mouth; and in the end he swallowed a small quantity. He then came out perfectly sound and whole; and he remained so ever after, for as long as he lived he never lost a tooth or had a grey hair, and he suffered not from disease or bodily weakness of any kind. But none of the others ventured in. The voyagers, having remained long enough on this island, stored in their curragh a large quantity of the flesh of the sheep; and after bidding farewell to the ancient cleric, they sought the ocean once more. Now once again, when winds and tide combine, The flying curragh cleaves the crested brine. Far to the west an island rose to view, With verdant plains, clear streams, and mountains blue. An aged hermit, bred in Erin's land, Welcomed and blessed the chieftain and his band; Brought food and drink, and bade them rest awhile, And view the wonders of that lovely isle. Lo, from the sea, three birds of monstrous size, With vast wings slowly moving, cleave the skies; And as they nearer drew, the sailors saw One held a fruit branch firmly in his claw. Down by the dear, mysterious lake they light, Eat from the branch, and rest them from their flight.