Fantasy fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Mythology, Celtic -- Fiction
After gazing a while towards the sun, he let the reins fall upon the
neck of his horse, and, stretching out both arms towards the west, he
said, 'O Divine Rose of Intellectual Flame, let the gates of thy peace
be opened to me at last!' And suddenly a loud squealing began in the
woods some hundreds of yards further up the mountain side. He stopped
his horse to listen, and heard behind him a sound of feet and of voices.
'They are beating them to make them go into the narrow path by the
gorge,' said someone, and in another moment a dozen peasants armed with
short spears had come up with the knight, and stood a little apart from
him, their blue caps in their hands. Where do you go with the
spears?' he asked; and one who seemed the leader answered: 'A troop of
wood-thieves came down from the hills a while ago and carried off the
pigs belonging to an old man who lives by Glen Car Lough, and we turned
out to go after them. Now that we know they are four times more than we
are, we follow to find the way they have taken; and will presently tell
our story to De Courcey, and if he will not help us, to Fitzgerald; for
De Courcey and Fitzgerald have lately made a peace, and we do not know
to whom we belong.'
'But by that time,' said the knight, 'the pigs will have been eaten.'
'A dozen men cannot do more, and it was not reasonable that the whole
valley should turn out and risk their lives for two, or for two dozen
pigs.'
'Can you tell me,' said the knight, 'if the old man to whom the pigs
belong is pious and true of heart?'
'He is as true as another and more pious than any, for he says a prayer
to a saint every morning before his breakfast.'
'Then it were well to fight in his cause,' said the knight, 'and if you
will fight against the wood-thieves I will take the main brunt of the
battle, and you know well that a man in armour is worth many like these
wood-thieves, clad in wool and leather.'
And the leader turned to his fellows and asked if they would take the
chance; but they seemed anxious to get back to their cabins.
'Are the wood-thieves treacherous and impious?'
'They are treacherous in all their dealings,' said a peasant, 'and no
man has known them to pray.'
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