Fantasy fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Mythology, Celtic -- Fiction
The cold passed away, and the spring grew to summer, and the quern was
never idle, nor was it turned with grudging labour, for when any passed
the beggar was heard singing as he drove the handle round. The last
gloom, too, had passed from that happy community, for Olioll, who had
always been stupid and unteachable, grew clever, and this was the more
miraculous because it had come of a sudden. One day he had been even
duller than usual, and was beaten and told to know his lesson better
on the morrow or be sent into a lower class among little boys who would
make a joke of him. He had gone out in tears, and when he came the next
day, although his stupidity, born of a mind that would listen to every
wandering sound and brood upon every wandering light, had so long been
the byword of the school, he knew his lesson so well that he passed to
the head of the class, and from that day was the best of scholars. At
first Brother Dove thought this was an answer to his own prayers to the
Virgin, and took it for a great proof of the love she bore him; but when
many far more fervid prayers had failed to add a single wheatsheaf
to the harvest, he began to think that the child was trafficking with
bards, or druids, or witches, and resolved to follow and watch. He had
told his thought to the abbot, who bid him come to him the moment he hit
the truth; and the next day, which was a Sunday, he stood in the path
when the abbot and the Brothers were coming from vespers, with their
white habits upon them, and took the abbot by the habit and said, 'The
beggar is of the greatest of saints and of the workers of miracle. I
followed Olioll but now, and by his slow steps and his bent head I saw
that the weariness of his stupidity was over him, and when he came to
the little wood by the quern-house I knew by the path broken in the
under-wood and by the footmarks in the muddy places that he had gone
that way many times. I hid behind a bush where the path doubled upon
itself at a sloping place, and understood by the tears in his eyes that
his stupidity was too old and his wisdom too new to save him from terror
of the rod. When he was in the quern-house I went to the window and
looked in, and the birds came down and perched upon my head and my
shoulders, for they are not timid in that holy place; and a wolf passed
by, his right side shaking my habit, his left the leaves of a bush.
Olioll opened his book and turned to the page I had told him to learn,
and began to cry, and the beggar sat beside him and comforted him until
he fell asleep. When his sleep was of the deepest the beggar knelt down
and prayed aloud, and said, "O Thou Who dwellest beyond the stars, show
forth Thy power as at the beginning, and let knowledge sent from Thee
awaken in his mind, wherein is nothing from the world, that the nine
orders of angels may glorify Thy name;" and then a light broke out of
the air and wrapped Aodh, and I smelt the breath of roses. I stirred a
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