“I used to live,” he said, “in a wide, beautiful place. There were hills
and valleys there, and woods and streams, but in whatever direction I went
I came always to a cliff, so tall it seemed to lean against the sky, and
so straight that even a goat would not have imagined to climb it.”
“I do not know of any such place,” Fionn mused.
“There is no such place in Ireland,” said Caelte, “but in the Shi’ there
is such a place.”
“There is in truth,” said Fionn.
“I used to eat fruits and roots in the summer,” the boy continued, “but in
the winter food was left for me in a cave.”
“Was there no one with you?” Fionn asked.
“No one but a deer that loved me, and that I loved.”
“Ah me!” cried Fionn in anguish, “tell me your tale, my son.”
“A dark stern man came often after us, and he used to speak with the deer.
Sometimes he talked gently and softly and coaxingly, but at times again he
would shout loudly and in a harsh, angry voice. But whatever way he talked
the deer would draw away from him in dread, and he always left her at last
furiously.”
“It is the Dark Magician of the Men of God,” cried Fionn despairingly.
“It is indeed, my soul,” said Caelte.
“The last time I saw the deer,” the child continued, “the dark man was
speaking to her. He spoke for a long time. He spoke gently and angrily,
and gently and angrily, so that I thought he would never stop talking, but
in the end he struck her with a hazel rod, so that she was forced to
follow him when he went away. She was looking back at me all the time and
she was crying so bitterly that any one would pity her. I tried to follow
her also, but I could not move, and I cried after her too, with rage and
grief, until I could see her no more and hear her no more. Then I fell on
the grass, my senses went away from me, and when I awoke I was on the hill
in the middle of the hounds where you found me.”
That was the boy whom the Fianna called Oisi’n, or the Little Fawn. He
grew to be a great fighter afterwards, and he was the chief maker of poems
in the world. But he was not yet finished with the Shi. He was to go back
into Faery when the time came, and to come thence again to tell these
tales, for it was by him these tales were told.
