Cormac, son
of Art, son of Conn of the Hundred Battles, was high king of Ireland, and
held his court at Tara. One day he saw a youth upon the green having in his
hand a glittering fairy branch with nine apples of red. And whensoever the
branch was shaken, wounded men and women enfeebled by illness would be
lulled to sleep by sound of the very sweet fairy music which those
apples uttered, nor could anyone upon earth bear in mind any want, woe, or
weariness of soul when that branch was shaken for him.
"Is that branch thy own?" said Cormac
"It is indeed mine."
"Wouldst thou sell it? And what
wouldst thou require for it?"
"Will you give me what I ask? said the
youth.
The king promised, and the youth then
claimed his wife, his, daughter, and his son. Sorrowful of heart was the
king, heaviness of heart filled his wife and children when they learned that
they must part from him. But Cormac shook the branch amongst them, and when
they heard the soft sweet music of the branch thex forgot all care and
sorrow and went forth to meet the youth, and he and they took their
departure and were seen no more.
Loud cries of weeping and mourning were
made throughout Erin when this was known. But Cormac shook the branch so
that there was no longer any grief or heaviness of heart upon anyone.
After a year Cormac siad, "It is a year
today since my wife, my son and my daughter were taken from me. I will
follow them by the same path they took."
Cormac went off, and a dark magical mist
rose about him, and he chanced to come upon a wonderful marvellous plain.
Many horsemen were there, busy thatching a house with the feathers of
foreign birds; when one side was thatched they would go and seek more and
when they returned not a feather was on the roof. Cormac gazed at them for a
while and then went forward.
Again, he say a youth dragging up trees to
make a fire; but before he yould finde a second tree the first one would be
burnt, and it seemed to Cormac that his labour wohld never end.
Cormar journeyed onwards until he saw
three immens wells on the border of the plain and on each well was a head.
From out the mouth of the first head there flowed two streams, into it there
flowed one the second head had a stream flowing out of and another stream
into its mouth, whilst three streams were flowing from the mouth of the
third head. Great wonder seized Cormac, and he said, "I will stay and gaze
upon this wells, for I should find no man to tell my aour story." With that
he set onwards till he came to a house in the middle of a field. He entered
and greeted the immates. There sat within a tall couple clad in many-hued
garments, and they greeted the kind, and bade him welcome for the night.
Then the wife bade her husband seek food,
and he arose and returned with a huge wild oar upon his back and a log in
his hand. He cast down the swine and the log upon the floor, and said, "There
is meat, cook it for yourselves."
"How can I do that?" said Cormac.
"I will teach you" said the youth. "Split
this great log, make four pieces of it, and make four quarters of the hog;
put a log under each quarter; tell a true story and the meat will be cooked."
"Tell the first story yourself," said
Cormac
"Seven pigs I have of the same kind as the
one I brought, and I could feed the world with them. For if a pig is killed
I have but to put its bones into the stye again, and it will be found alive
the next morning."
The story was true, and a quarter of the
pig was cooked.
Then Cormac begged the woman of the house
to tell a story. "I have seven white cows, and they fill seven cauldrons
with milk every day, and I give my word that they yield as much milk as
would satisfy the men of the whole world if they were out on yonder plain
drinking it."
The story was true and a second quarter of
the pig was cooked.
Cormac was bidden noe tell a story for his
quarter and he told how he was upon a search for his wife, his son and his
daughter that had been borne away from him a year before by a youth with a
fairy branch.
"If what you sayest be true," said the man
of the house, "Thou art indeed Cormac, son of Art, son of Conn of the
Hundred Battles."
"Truly, I am," qouth Cormac.
That story was true and a quarter of the
pig was cooked.
"Eat thy meal now," said the man of the
house
"I never ate before," said Cormac, "having
only two people in my company.
"Wouldst thou eat it with three others?"
"If they were dear to me, I would," said
Cormac. Then the door opened, and there entered the wife and children of
Cormac, great was his joy and his exultation.
Then Manannan mac Lir, lord of the fairy
cavalcade, appeared before him in his own true form, and said thus, " I it
was Cormac, who bore away these three from thee I it was who gave thee this
branch, all that I might bring thee here. Eat now and drink."
"I would do so," said Cormac, "could I
learn the meaning of the wondersI saw today."
"Thou shalt learn them," said Manannan. "The
horsemen thatching the roof with feathers are a likeness of people who go
forth into the world to seek riches and fortune; when they return their
houses are bare, and so they go on for ever. The young man dragging up the
trees to make a fire is a likeness of those who labour for others: much
trouble they have, but they never warm themselves at the fire. The three
heads in the wells are three kinds of men. Some there are who give freely
when they ged freely, some who give freely though they get little; some who
get much and give little and they are the worst of the three, Cormac," said
Manannan.
After that Cormac and his wife and his
children sat sown, and a tablecloth was spread before them.
"That is a very precious thing before thee,"
said Manannan, "there is no food however delicate that shall be asked of it
but it shall be had without doubt."
"That is well" quoth Cormac
After that Manannan thrust his hand into
his girdle and brought out a goblet and set it upon his palm. "This
cup has this virtue," said he "that when a false story is told before it, it
makes four pieces of it, and when a true story is related it is made whole
again."
"Those are very precious things you have,
Manannan" said the king.
"They shall be thine," said Manannan, "the
goblet, the branch and the tablecloth."
Then they ate their meal, and that meal
was good, for they could not think of any meat but they got it upon the
tablecloth nor of any drink but they got it in the cup. Great thanks did tey
give to Manannan.
When they had eaten their meal a xouch was
prepared for them and they lay down to slumber and sweet sleep.
Where they rose on the morrow morn was in
Tara of the kings and by their side were tablecloth, cup and branch.
Thus did Cormac fare at the court of
Manannan and this is how he got the fairy branch.
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