May my Silver- Shielded Magian Shed all lights Across your path. Then Morag put the Little Red Hen under her arm and started out. “I shall find you,” said she to Flann, “at the Castle of the King of Ireland, for it is there I shall go when I part from my foster-sisters and the Queen of Senlabor. Kiss me now. But if you kiss anyone until you kiss me again you will forget me. Remember that.” “I will remember,” said Flann, and he kissed Morag and said, “When you come to the King of Ireland’s Castle we will be married.” “You gave me the Rowan Berry,” said Morag, “and the Rowan Berry gave me all the beauty that should be mine. But what good will my beauty be to me if you forget me?” “But, Morag,” said he, “how could I forget you?” She said nothing but went down the side of the knowe and Flann watched and watched until his eyes had no power to see any more. THE SPAE-WOMAN I There are many things to tell you still, my kind foster-child, but little time have I to tell you them, for the barnacle-geese are flying over the house, and when they have all flown by I shall have no more to say. And I have to tell you yet how the King of Ireland’s Son won home with Fedelma, the Enchanter’s daughter, and how it came to pass that the Seven Wild Geese that were Caintigern’s brothers were disenchanted and became men again. But above all I have to tell you the end of that story that was begun in the house of the Giant Crom Duv--the story of Flann and Morag. The barnacle-geese are flying over the house as I said. And so they were crossing and flying on the night the King of Ireland’s Son and Fedelma whom he had brought from the Land of Mist stayed in the house of the Little Sage of the Mountain. On that night the Little Sage told them from what bird had come the wing that thatched his house. That was a wonderful story. And he told them too about the next place they should go to--the Spae-woman’s house. There, he said he would find people that they knew--Flann, the King’s Son’s comrade, and Caintigern, the wife of the King of Ireland, and Fedelma’s sister, Gilveen. In the morning the Little Sage of the Mountain took them down the hillside to the place where Fedelma and the King’s Son would get a horse to ride to the Spae-Woman’s house. The Little Sage told them from what people the Spae-Woman came and why she lived amongst the poor and foolish without name or splendor or riches. And that, too, was a wonderful story. Now as the three went along the river-side they saw a girl on the other side of the river and she was walking from the place towards which they were going. The girl sang to herself as she went along, and the King’s Son and Fedelma and the Little Sage of the Mountain heard what she sang,-- A berry, a berry, a red rowan berry, A red rowan berry brought mc beauty and love. But drops of my heart’s blood, drops of my heart’s blood, Seven drops of my heart’s blood I have given away.