Fantasy fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Mythology, Celtic -- Fiction
'I will go and open, for he must be very cold.'
'Do not open, for it may be a man-wolf, and he may devour us all.'
But the boy had already drawn back the heavy wooden bolt, and all the
faces, most of them a little pale, turned towards the slowly-opening
door.
'He has beads and a cross, he cannot be a man-wolf,' said the child, as
a man with the snow heavy on his long, ragged beard, and on the matted
hair, that fell over his shoulders and nearly to his waist, and dropping
from the tattered cloak that but half-covered his withered brown body,
came in and looked from face to face with mild, ecstatic eyes. Standing
some way from the fire, and with eyes that had rested at last upon the
Abbot Malathgeneus, he cried out, 'O blessed abbot, let me come to the
fire and warm myself and dry the snow from my beard and my hair and my
cloak; that I may not die of the cold of the mountains, and anger the
Lord with a wilful martyrdom.'
'Come to the fire,' said the abbot, 'and warm yourself, and eat the food
the boy Olioll will bring you. It is sad indeed that any for whom Christ
has died should be as poor as you.'
The man sat over the fire, and Olioll took away his now dripping cloak
and laid meat and bread and wine before him; but he would eat only of
the bread, and he put away the wine, asking for water. When his beard
and hair had begun to dry a little and his limbs had ceased to shiver
with the cold, he spoke again.
'O blessed abbot, have pity on the poor, have pity on a beggar who has
trodden the bare world this many a year, and give me some labour to do,
the hardest there is, for I am the poorest of God's poor.'
Then the Brothers discussed together what work they could put him to,
and at first to little purpose, for there was no labour that had not
found its labourer in that busy community; but at last one remembered
that Brother Bald Fox, whose business it was to turn the great quern in
the quern-house, for he was too stupid for anything else, was getting
old for so heavy a labour; and so the beggar was put to the quern from
the morrow.
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