Fantasy fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Mythology, Celtic -- Fiction
'Sometimes at night,' said the boy, 'when you are reading, with the
rod of quicken wood in your hand, I look out of the door and see, now
a great grey man driving swine among the hazels, and now many little
people in red caps who come out of the lake driving little white cows
before them. I do not fear these little people so much as the grey man;
for, when they come near the house, they milk the cows, and they drink
the frothing milk, and begin to dance; and I know there is good in the
heart that loves dancing; but I fear them for all that. And I fear the
tall white-armed ladies who come out of the air, and move slowly hither
and thither, crowning themselves with the roses or with the lilies, and
shaking about their living hair, which moves, for so I have heard them
tell each other, with the motion of their thoughts, now spreading out
and now gathering close to their heads. They have mild, beautiful faces,
but, Aengus, son of Forbis, I fear all these beings, I fear the people
of Sidhe, and I fear the art which draws them about us.'
'Why,' said the old man, 'do you fear the ancient gods who made the
spears of your father's fathers to be stout in battle, and the little
people who came at night from the depth of the lakes and sang among the
crickets upon their hearths? And in our evil day they still watch over
the loveliness of the earth. But I must tell you why I have fasted and
laboured when others would sink into the sleep of age, for without your
help once more I shall have fasted and laboured to no good end. When you
have done for me this last thing, you may go and build your cottage and
till your fields, and take some girl to wife, and forget the ancient
gods. I have saved all the gold and silver pieces that were given to me
by earls and knights and squires for keeping them from the evil eye
and from the love-weaving enchantments of witches, and by earls' and
knights' and squires' ladies for keeping the people of the Sidhe from
making the udders of their cattle fall dry, and taking the butter from
their churns. I have saved it all for the day when my work should be at
an end, and now that the end is at hand you shall not lack for gold and
silver pieces enough to make strong the roof-tree of your cottage and to
keep cellar and larder full. I have sought through all my life to find
the secret of life. I was not happy in my youth, for I knew that it
would pass; and I was not happy in my manhood, for I knew that age
was coming; and so I gave myself, in youth and manhood and age, to the
search for the Great Secret. I longed for a life whose abundance
would fill centuries, I scorned the life of fourscore winters. I would
be--nay, I _will_ be!--like the Ancient Gods of the land. I read in my
youth, in a Hebrew manuscript I found in a Spanish monastery, that there
is a moment after the Sun has entered the Ram and before he has passed
the Lion, which trembles with the Song of the Immortal Powers, and that
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