Fantasy fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Mythology, Celtic -- Fiction
'Then,' said the knight, 'I will give five crowns for the head of every
wood-thief killed by us in the fighting'; and he bid the leader show the
way, and they all went on together. After a time they came to where a
beaten track wound into the woods, and, taking this, they doubled back
upon their previous course, and began to ascend the wooded slope of the
mountains. In a little while the path grew very straight and steep,
and the knight was forced to dismount and leave his horse tied to a
tree-stem. They knew they were on the right track: for they could see
the marks of pointed shoes in the soft clay and mingled with them the
cloven footprints of the pigs. Presently the path became still more
abrupt, and they knew by the ending of the cloven foot-prints that the
thieves were carrying the pigs. Now and then a long mark in the clay
showed that a pig had slipped down, and been dragged along for a little
way. They had journeyed thus for about twenty minutes, when a confused
sound of voices told them that they were coming up with the thieves. And
then the voices ceased, and they understood that they had been overheard
in their turn. They pressed on rapidly and cautiously, and in about five
minutes one of them caught sight of a leather jerkin half hidden by a
hazel-bush. An arrow struck the knight's chain-armour, but glanced off
harmlessly, and then a flight of arrows swept by them with the buzzing
sound of great bees. They ran and climbed, and climbed and ran towards
the thieves, who were now all visible standing up among the bushes
with their still quivering bows in their hands: for they had only their
spears and they must at once come hand to hand. The knight was in the
front and smote down first one and then another of the wood-thieves. The
peasants shouted, and, pressing on, drove the wood-thieves before them
until they came out on the flat top of the mountain, and there they saw
the two pigs quietly grubbing in the short grass, so they ran about them
in a circle, and began to move back again towards the narrow path: the
old knight coming now the last of all, and striking down thief after
thief. The peasants had got no very serious hurts among them, for he had
drawn the brunt of the battle upon himself, as could well be seen from
the bloody rents in his armour; and when they came to the entrance of
the narrow path he bade them drive the pigs down into the valley, while
he stood there to guard the way behind them. So in a moment he was
alone, and, being weak with loss of blood, might have been ended there
and then by the wood-thieves he had beaten off, had fear not made them
begone out of sight in a great hurry.
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