Part 1
THE KILTARTAN WONDER BOOK
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[Illustration: HE CAME DOWN SPREAD-LEGS ON A MULE.]
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THE KILTARTAN WONDER BOOK BY LADY GREGORY ILLUSTRATED BY MARGARET GREGORY
MAUNSEL & CO. LTD. 96 MIDDLE ABBEY STREET DUBLIN.
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To R. G. G. A Kiltartan Child
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CONTENTS
PAGE THE MULE 1 BESWARRAGAL 8 THE SEVEN FISHERS 22 SHAWNEEN 31 THE MAN THAT SERVED THE SEA 52 THE BULLOCKEEN 59 THE THREE SONS 66 KING SOLOMON 75 THE ROBINEEN 79 THE BALL OF THREAD 85 THE HORSE AND FOAL 89 THE WOMAN THAT WAS A GREAT FOOL 91 THE DANES 94 CAILLEAC-NA-CEARC 97 THE GOATS 100 THE CURIOUS WOMAN 102
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ILLUSTRATIONS
HE CAME DOWN SPREAD-LEGS ON A MULE _Frontispiece_ THE KING WAS HID IN THE YELLOW EGG _Facing page_ 6 BESWARRAGAL AND HER MAIDENS BATHE 10 BESWARRAGAL AND THE MAN WITH WINGS 18 IT IS IN THAT FOX CROAGCILL’S LIFE WAS 28 A GENTLEMAN’S DEMESNE AND WALLS ABOUT IT 34 THE BLACK BULLOCKEEN DIES 64 THE THIRD THING I’LL BE TAKING IS YOURSELF 76
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THE MULE
Well, I will tell you the story of a Mule was in the world one time, says the old man who had promised me a codfish and had only brought me a hake.
There were three sons of a King that had died, and they were living together, and there was a stable and a bird, and one of the sons was a bit simple. The bird used to be coming to the stable every morning and to be singing sweetly, and they all three fell in love with it and used to be trying to take it, but they could not. But one day the one that was a bit simple, that they called the Fool, took the tail off it. The bird said to him then: ‘You must follow me now until you find me;’ and it went away, and he went following after it. And when he was on the height it was in the hollow, and when he was in the hollow it was on the height, and he never could come up with it; and at last it went out of his sight.
He came then to a wall, and he made a leap over it, and where did he come down but spread-legs on the back of a Mule that was in the field. ‘Are you a good jock?’ says the Mule. ‘I am middling good,’ says he. ‘Hold on so,’ says the Mule, ‘and I will bring you to the place where the bird is.’ There was a wall in front of them—a double wall—and the Mule faced it, and went over it with one leap, and the Fool on his back. ‘You are the best jock ever I saw,’ says the Mule. ‘You are the best Mule ever I saw,’ says the Fool. They went on then as far as they could through the course of the day, till the Mule said: ‘I’m hungry now; go get me a few grains of oats.’ ‘How can I do that,’ says the Fool, ‘when I have no money?’ ‘Go in there to that inn and get it for me, as I told you,’ says the Mule. ‘How much will do you?’ says he. ‘Seven stone,’ says the Mule. So they stopped at the inn, and the Fool put him into the stable and bade the innkeeper to give him seven stone of oats. ‘Go in now and get your own dinner,’ says the Mule. So he went in and he got his dinner; and when he was ready to go, the innkeeper asked for the money. ‘I have none,’ says he. ‘Well, I will keep the Mule in the stable till such time as you can pay me,’ says the innkeeper, and he went out and was going to lock the stable door, and the Mule gave a kick that broke his leg, and there he was lying on the ground. ‘Come on now,’ says the Mule; and the Fool got up on his back, and away with them again, and they came to a wall that was five miles in height. ‘At it now,’ says the Fool, and the Mule faced at it and crossed it with one leap. ‘You are a jock that can’t be beat,’ says the Mule. ‘You are a Mule that can’t be beat,’ says the Fool.
There was before them a lake that was five miles in length and five miles in breadth. ‘I am thirsty now,’ says the Mule, ‘after that feed I had. And I’ll stop now till I’ll take a drink,’ he says. ‘Do not,’ says the Fool, ‘or you will be heavy and not able to go.’ ‘Wait till you see that,’ says the Mule. So he stopped and he began to drink, and he never stopped till he had drunk up the whole of the lake that was five miles in length and five miles in breadth. They went on again till they came to a mountain that was before them, and the whole of the mountain was in one blaze, and there was a high wall before it, fifteen feet high. ‘Hold on now,’ says the Mule. ‘Here, at it,’ says the Fool, and the Mule crossed it with one leap; and when he came where the blaze was, he let out of his mouth all the water of the lake he had swallowed, and it quenched the blaze, and there they saw before them the bird. But if they did it went under ground, and the Mule followed it under ground into the enchanted place where it lived; and when they got there, it was not a bird, but the finest young lady that could be seen, and a King’s daughter. The Fool asked her then to come along with him till he would marry her. ‘I will not,’ she said, ‘until such time as you will find my father, that I have hidden away from you.’ So he brought the Mule out to the stable, and he didn’t know where to go look for the King. And when they were in the stable the Mule said: ‘The young lady has a hen clutching, and the place where it is clutching is in her own room, under her bed. And under it you will find eleven eggs,’ he said, ‘and one of them is yellow and spotted. And take that one in your hand, and be going to smash it against the floor, and the King that is inside of it will cry out and will ask you to spare his life.’ So he went looking for the hen, and all happened as the Mule had said. ‘Will you marry me now?’ says he to the young lady. ‘I will not,’ says she, ‘till you find my father that I have hidden a second time.’ So the place where she hid her father that time was in a duck’s bill, and she put the duck out swimming in the middle of a pond. The young man went then to the stable and asked the Mule did he know where the King was hidden, and the Mule told him it was in the duck’s bill. ‘And look at my tail,’ he said, ‘and see is there e’er a grey rib in it.’ So he looked, and there was a grey rib. ‘Pull it out,’ says the Mule, ‘and bring it to the pond where the duck is, and throw it out over the water, and however far the duck is, that rib will bring it back to the land. And catch a hold of it then, and threaten to cut the neck of it, and the King will cry out from its bill and ask you to spare him.’ So he did all that, and he spared the King, and then he went to the King’s daughter. ‘Will you marry me this time?’ says he. ‘I will not,’ says she, ‘till you find my father the third time.’ The place she hid him the third time was in a block of wood, and the Mule said to the young man: ‘Take a nail out from my shoe and drive it into the block of wood till you will split it.’ So he drew the nail, and he put it on the block of wood, and was going to split it, and the King called out for mercy, and he spared him.
[Illustration: THE KING WAS HID IN THE YELLOW EGG.]
After that he married the young lady, and himself and herself and the old King lived together, and there never were three people happier. And the Mule said: ‘Where will I go now?’ ‘Go back,’ says the Fool, ‘to your own place, for you know the way well to it. But come back here at the end of seven years,’ he said, ‘till you’ll see how am I getting on.’ So at the end of the seven years the Mule came back, and he asked to be taken into service. ‘I will never make a servant of you,’ says the Fool, ‘when I remember all the things you did for me, and all you helped me.’ ‘If that is so,’ says the Mule, ‘go and root up that little bush you see beyond, and give me three blows with the stump of it.’ So he did that, and with the three blows of the bush the enchantment went from the Mule, and who was he but the young man’s own father, the King that was thought to be dead. So they all four lived together then and ever since, and the time I saw them myself they were well and happy and having great riches.
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BESWARRAGAL
I will tell you the story of Beswarragal, said the old man of a hundred years old.
There was a King of Ireland out walking one time with his Grand Adviser. And they came to the side of a pool, and they saw in it a wild duck with a flock of twelve young ones, and she was pushing and beating away one of the young ones to make it leave the flock. ‘I wonder why is it the bird is doing that?’ said the King. ‘It is the right thing, whenever there is a family of twelve, to send one of them away to seek a fortune for himself,’ says the Grand Adviser. ‘If that is so,’ says the King, ‘what way can I know which one of my sons must I send away?’ ‘I will tell you that,’ says the Grand Adviser. ‘Let you watch them to-morrow the time they are coming home from the school, and close the gate on whichever one of them will be last, and let him be the one you will send away.’ So the next day they watched the twelve sons coming from the school, and the one that was last at the gate was the youngest of them all. ‘Oh, give him another chance,’ says the King. So the next day they watched again, and it was the same one, the youngest, that was last at the gate; and the third day it was the same thing. ‘Oh,’ says the King, ‘it is worse to me the youngest to go than any two of the others.’ ‘You need not mind that,’ says the Grand Adviser, ‘for I can tell you that the life he will have will be a happy one.’ ‘I am content so,’ says the King.
So the King sent for him then, and he gave him a purse of money that would last him for ten years or for twenty years, and he bade him go make a way for himself.
So the King’s son set out, and he travelled the roads till night time, and he saw a cottage before him, and a light in it, and he opened the door and went in, and all he saw in it was one old man. ‘A welcome before you, King’s son,’ says the old man. ‘I thank you for that welcome,’ says he; ‘but how is it you know me to be a King’s son?’ So the old man showed him a sword that hung over the top of the door. ‘If any man comes through that door,’ he says, ‘that is not a King’s son, that sword will fall and will whip the head of him. And it is a good time you came here,’ he said, ‘and you could have come at no better time.’ ‘Why is that?’ says the young man. ‘There is a pool there beyond,’ says the old man, ‘and one morning in the whole year, there comes to it Beswarragal, that is the most beautiful woman of the whole world, having her twelve waiting maids with her, and they go swimming in that pool. And to-morrow is the day they are coming,’ he said, ‘and let you hide yourself till they will go into the water, and Beswarragal will be the last to strip, and let you take her clothes and hide them, and she will not be able to go away, and whatever you will ask her she will do it. And what you will ask of her is herself,’ he said.
[Illustration: BESWARRAGAL AND HER MAIDENS BATHE.]
So the young man went down to the pool, and Beswarragal and her twelve beautiful waiting maids were in the water, and he took her clothes and hid them. And when they were tired swimming they put their clothes on, and then they turned to birds and they flew away, all but Beswarragal, and she could not fly. So the King’s son came to her and he gave her the clothes. ‘What will you give me now?’ says he. ‘I will give you anything you will ask,’ says she. ‘I ask nothing but yourself,’ says he; ‘you to marry me and to be my wife.’ ‘How will you go away with me and you not able to fly?’ says she. But she put a loop of the chain she had about his neck, and she took him by the hand and she flew away with him to a garden, and she brought him into the gardener’s house. ‘And there is one thing I have to tell you,’ she said; ‘you must never wonder at me or say anything about me at all.’ ‘I will never do that,’ says he. And every day she brought him food to the gardener’s house, and they lived together there for a while.
(The old man of a hundred years was getting tired, and the old woman that was his wife sent out the old woman sitting on the doorstep to get him a glass of porter. The old man drank a sup of it, and then the story went on.)
But at last one day she passed by him in the garden, and when he saw her so beautiful he turned and he said to the gardener: ‘There was never a lady so beautiful as mine in the whole world.’ ‘There never was,’ says the gardener. ‘And you will be without her now,’ he says.
So the next morning Beswarragal brought him his breakfast, and, ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘why did you speak of me and wonder at me, for I must go away from you now to Righ-na-Sluagh, and you will never see me again.’ ‘How could I help wondering at you,’ he said, ‘and you so beautiful passing by? And I will go following after you for ever,’ he said.
So she went away, and before she went she left five drops of honey on his five fingers. And he left the garden, and went following after and looking for her in every place.
He walked on all through the day, and at the fall of night he came to a house that had but an old man in it. ‘God be with the company left me to-day,’ says he. ‘What company was that?’ says the King’s son. ‘Beswarragal and her twelve young girls,’ says he. ‘That is the one I am looking for,’ says the King’s son. ‘You never will get her,’ says the old man. ‘But I will do this for you,’ he says; ‘I will give you a ball when you leave this to-morrow, and you can go throwing it before you, and if you can come up with it as fast as it goes, you will come to my brother and he might help you.’
So after breakfast he took the ball, and he went throwing it and following it through the day till he came to a house where the old man’s brother was, and he went in. ‘God be with the company that left me to-day—that was Beswarragal and her twelve young ladies,’ says the old man. ‘She is the one I am looking for,’ says the King’s son. ‘You never will get up to her,’ says the old man; ‘but I will do this for you,’ he says. ‘There are twelve horses in the stable outside; and go into it,’ he says, ‘and take down the bridle you will see behind the stable door, and shake it, and whatever horse will come and put its head in it, let you get up on it, and it will bring you on the road she is gone.’ So after breakfast in the morning he went out into the stable and got the bridle and shook it, and a little _gioblacan_ of an Arabian horse came running and put his head into it. ‘The devil’s welcome to you,’ says he, ‘and all the good horses there are in the stable!’ ‘He’ll answer you well,’ says the old man, ‘and get up on him now. And are you a good jock?’ he says. ‘I am,’ says the King’s son, and he got up on it. ‘Let you leap that now,’ says the old man, and he turned the horse to where there was a big estate-wall at the side of the place. ‘It is humbugging you are,’ says the King’s son, ‘for there is no one would be able to leap that wall.’ But the little Arabian of a horse rose off the ground, and made the wild cat’s bow in the air, and he came down the other side of the wall, but the King’s son fell on the ground. But he rose up again and got up on the little horse. ‘We will make a start now,’ he says. ‘You will never get to the place where Beswarragal is,’ says the old man, ‘for there is a place between this and it, and the birds that fly high in the air fall down in ashes passing over that place, with all the fire that is blazing up a mile high from it, and that is thrown up out of it.’
The pony set out then, and the King’s son on his back, and away with them till they came in sight of the fiery place. ‘Put your hand in my ear,’ says the pony, ‘and take out a bottle that is in it, and you will find food for yourself and white-water for myself in it.’ So he took the bottle and he gave white-water to the horse, and he rubbed what was in the bottle to its hoofs, and it made a great leap into the air and over the fiery place, and pitched five miles on the other side, and nothing harmed but that the hair was burned off its belly.
And where they pitched there was a little house, and an old woman in it, and she gave them shelter for the night. And in the night seven men came in, and some having but half a head, and some with their hands and their arms cut off them. ‘Who are those and what happened them?’ said the King’s son. ‘They are my own sons,’ says the old woman, ‘and every night through seven years there are men coming in boats and fighting them, and that leave them that way. And all they kill of them are alive again in the morning,’ she said, ‘and they themselves will be healed again in the morning as well as before.’ ‘I will go and kill them,’ says the King’s son. So he went down to the boats and drove away the men.
Then he went on to a house that was within a quarter of a mile of the house where Beswarragal was, and he asked lodging. ‘Why would you come in here,’ says the man of the house, ‘and why wouldn’t you go where everyone is going—to that big house beyond, where the wedding is going to be?’ So he asked for a cook’s suit, and he put it on him, and he went on to Beswarragal’s house, and there were hundreds and hundreds going into it for her wedding. ‘Are you wanting a cook?’ says the King’s son at the door. ‘He was never more wanted,’ said they, ‘and if there were ten of them they would be welcome.’
So they sent him to the kitchen, and he asked the head cook for flour and things to mix a cake, and he mixed it; and when he had it made ready to bake he put the print of his five fingers on the top of it, and put it in the oven. And when it was baked he put a cover over it and gave it to the servants that were bringing up the dinner, and he said: ‘Give that cake to Beswarragal and to no other one.’
So it was put before her on the table, and she took it to eat a bit of it; and when she tasted it, and that she broke it and saw the five drops of honey in it, she said: ‘Where is the man that made that cake? And wherever he is send him up to me,’ she said. For she had found the five drops of honey inside the cake.
So they went for him, and he asked leave to change his cook’s suit, and they gave him that. And he came up and Beswarragal knew him, and she put her arms about him. And the man that was to be her husband, he jumped out of the window and broke his skull on the pavement.
[Illustration: BESWARRAGAL AND THE MAN WITH WINGS.]
So the King’s son and Beswarragal went away back to the garden; but it wasn’t long till a man came that had wings and could fly, and he stooped down and took up Beswarragal, as if she was a child, and brought her away. The King’s son went following her then, and he went on till he came to the man that had wings, and he asked her of him. ‘There was a man came that could not fly, but that was a better man than myself,’ says he, ‘and he took her from me.’ So the King’s son went on till he found that man, and he asked her of him. ‘There was a man came,’ he said, ‘that had seven colours in his eyes, and that took her from me,’ he said.
So he went on till he came to the man that had seven colours in his eyes and asked her of him. ‘She was brought away from me,’ says he, ‘by the Queen of the Black Wood. And there is no one will be able to take her out of her hands,’ he said.