The Druidess: A Story for Boys and OthersGay, Florence
History
The Druidess: A Story for Boys and Others
Gay, Florence
Great Britain -- History -- Anglo-Saxon period, 449-1066 -- Juvenile fiction
The little band of monks who dwelt there added to their life of toil a
special watch upon the sea; they made the rescue of fugitive Britons
their peculiar care; feeling it a sacred duty to protect members
of the Faith, who had been driven from their homes by the fire and
sword of the heathen. Moreover, S. Kevin, as a child, had been under
the guidance of Petroc, a Briton, and for this reason Britons were
particularly dear to his followers.
Some days after the battle in Damnonia, the monks, keeping their
ceaseless watch upon the sea, saw a raft among the wreckage that the
waves were bringing to the shore. At the peril of their lives they
dashed into the water and dragged the raft safely to the beach. On
it were four unconscious beings. A fine young chieftain with his
body sadly pierced and wounded--like a marble Antinous from loss of
blood; bearing marks of royal birth in his person and in his princely
garments. With his head upon the young prince’s feet was a great
war-hound, hoary with age, his hair matted with brine and blood. A
big fair girl lay with one arm round the hound’s neck and the other
clasped to her heart a man’s sword and torques--of so rich and rare
a pattern that only a great king could have possessed them. A little
removed from these three beings was a small dark woman from whom the
simple monks recoiled at first, saying she had the air of a sorceress;
she was clothed royally, like the boy, and was fair, too, as women are
accounted fair in Hibernia--having long fine hair of ebony blackness.
It needed much care and skill to bring the three human beings from
the death-like trance to which exhaustion and exposure had brought
them. But the monks knew their work well; many a homeless Briton had
found warmth and comfort at their hands; indeed, the little monastery
was already so thronged by castaways that it was thought better to
carry the three poor refugees to Saint Kevin’s great monastery at
Glendalough--where the sculptured saint may still be seen in the
ancient ruin called Priest’s house; he is the central figure in the
triangular pediment of the doorway, bearing on his head the crown of
the early bishops of Ireland.
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