Produced by A. Elizabeth Warren THE KING OF IRELAND’S SON by Padraic Colum CONTENTS: FEDELMA, THE ENCHANTER’S DAUGHTER WHEN THE KING OF THE CATS CAME TO KING CONNAL’S DOMINION THE SWORD OF LIGHT AND THE UNIQUE TALE, WITH AS MUCH OF THE ADVENTURES OF GILLY OF THE GOAT-SKIN AS IS GIVEN IN “THE CRANESKIN BOOK” THE TOWN OF THE RED CASTLE THE KING OF THE LAND OF MIST THE HOUSE OF CROM DUV THE SPAE-WOMAN FEDELMA, THE ENCHANTER’S DAUGHTER I Connal was the name of the King who ruled over Ireland at that time. He had three sons, and, as the fir-trees grow, some crooked and some straight, one of them grew up so wild that in the end the King and the King’s Councillor had to let him have his own way in everything. This youth was the King’s eldest son and his mother had died before she could be a guide to him. Now after the King and the King’s Councillor left him to his own way the youth I’m telling you about did nothing but ride and hunt all day. Well, one morning he rode abroad-- His hound at his heel, His hawk on his wrist; A brave steed to carry him whither he list, And the blue sky over him, and he rode on until he came to a turn in the road. There he saw a gray old man seated on a heap of stones playing a game of cards with himself. First he had one hand winning and then he had the other. Now he would say “That’s my good right,” and then he would say “Play and beat that, my gallant left.” The King of Ireland’s Son sat on his horse to watch the strange old man, and as he watched him he sang a song to himself I put the fastenings on my boat For a year and for a day, And I went where the rowans grow, And where the moorhens lay; And I went over the stepping-stones And dipped my feet in the ford, And came at last to the Swineherd’s house,-- The Youth without a Sword. A swallow sang upon his porch “Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee,” “The wonder of all wandering, The wonder of the sea;” A swallow soon to leave ground sang “Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee.” “Prince,” said the old fellow looking up at him, “if you can play a game as well as you can sing a song, I’d like if you would sit down beside me.” “I can play any game,” said the King of Ireland’s Son. He fastened his horse to the branch of a tree and sat down on the heap of stones beside the old man. “What shall we play for?” said the gray old fellow. “Whatever you like,” said the King of Ireland’s Son. “If I win you must give me anything I ask, and if you win I shall give you anything you ask. Will you agree to that?” “If it is agreeable to you it is agreeable to me,” said the King of Ireland’s Son. They played, and the King of Ireland’s Son won the game. “Now what do you desire me to give, King’s Son?” said the gray old fellow. “I shan’t ask you for anything,” said the King of Ireland’s Son, “for I think you haven’t much to give.”