第23章 OISIN'S MOTHER(1)

CHAPTER I

EVENING was drawing nigh,and the Fianna-Finn had decided to hunt no more that day.The hounds were whistled to heel,and a sober,homeward march began.For men will walk soberly in the evening,however they go in the day,and dogs will take the mood from their masters.They were pacing so,through the golden-shafted,tender-coloured eve,when a fawn leaped suddenly from covert,and,with that leap,all quietness vanished:the men shouted,the dogs gave tongue,and a furious chase commenced.

Fionn loved a chase at any hour,and,with Bran and Sceo'lan,he outstripped the men and dogs of his troop,until nothing remained in the limpid world but Fionn,the two hounds,and the nimble,beautiful fawn.These,and the occasional boulders,round which they raced,or over which they scrambled;the solitary tree which dozed aloof and beautiful in the path,the occasional clump of trees that hived sweet shadow as a hive hoards honey,and the rustling grass that stretched to infinity,and that moved and crept and swung under the breeze in endless,rhythmic billowings.

In his wildest moment Fionn was thoughtful,and now,although running hard,he was thoughtful.There was no movement of his beloved hounds that he did not know;not a twitch or fling of the head,not a cock of the ears or tail that was not significant to him.But on this chase whatever signs the dogs gave were not understood by their master.

He had never seen them in such eager flight.They were almost utterly absorbed in it,but they did not whine with eagerness,nor did they cast any glance towards him for the encouraging word which he never failed to give when they sought it.

They did look at him,but it was a look which he could not comprehend.There was a question and a statement in those deep eyes,and he could not understand what that question might be,nor what it was they sought to convey.Now and again one of the dogs turned a head in full flight,and stared,not at Fionn,but distantly backwards,over the spreading and swelling plain where their companions of the hunt had disappeared."They are looking for the other hounds,"said Fionn.

"And yet they do not give tongue!Tongue it,a Vran!"he shouted,"Bell it out,a Heo'lan!"It was then they looked at him,the look which he could not understand and had never seen on a chase.They did not tongue it,nor bell it,but they added silence to silence and speed to speed,until the lean grey bodies were one pucker and lashing of movement.

Fionn marvelled."They do not want the other dogs to hear or to come on this chase,"he murmured,and he wondered what might be passing within those slender heads.

"The fawn runs well,"his thought continued."What is it,a Vran,my heart?After her,a Heo'lan!Hist and away,my loves !""There is going and to spare in that beast yet,"his mind went on."She is not stretched to the full,nor half stretched.She may outrun even Bran,"he thought ragingly.

They were racing through a smooth valley in a steady,beautiful,speedy flight when,suddenly,the fawn stopped and lay on the grass,and it lay with the calm of an animal that has no fear,and the leisure of one that is not pressed.

"Here is a change,"said Fionn,staring in astonishment.

"She is not winded,"he said."What is she lying down for?"But Bran and Sceo'lan did not stop;they added another inch to their long-stretched easy bodies,and came up on the fawn.

"It is an easy kill,"said Fionn regretfully."They have her,"he cried.

But he was again astonished,for the dogs did not kill.They leaped and played about the fawn,licking its face,and rubbing delighted noses against its neck.

Fionn came up then.His long spear was lowered in his fist at the thrust,and his sharp knife was in its sheath,but he did not use them,for the fawn and the two hounds began to play round him,and the fawn was as affectionate towards him as the hounds were;so that when a velvet nose was thrust in his palm,it was as often a fawn's muzzle as a hound's.

In that joyous company he came to wide Allen of Leinster,where the people were surprised to see the hounds and the fawn and the Chief and none other of the hunters that had set out with them.

When the others reached home,the Chief told of his chase,and it was agreed that such a fawn must not be killed,but that it should be kept and well treated,and that it should be the pet fawn of the Fianna.But some of those who remembered Brah's parentage thought that as Bran herself had come from the Shi so this fawn might have come out of the Shi also.

CHAPTER II

Late that night,when he was preparing for rest,the door of Fionn's chamber opened gently and a young woman came into the room.The captain stared at her,as he well might,for he had never seen or imagined to see a woman so beautiful as this was.

Indeed,she was not a woman,but a young girl,and her bearing was so gently noble,her look so modestly high,that the champion dared scarcely look at her,although he could not by any means have looked away.

As she stood within the doorway,smiling,and shy as a flower,beautifully timid as a fawn,the Chief communed with his heart.

"She is the Sky-woman of the Dawn,"he said."She is the light on the foam.She is white and odorous as an apple-blossom.She smells of spice and honey.She is my beloved beyond the women of the world.She shall never be taken from me."And that thought was delight and anguish to him:delight because of such sweet prospect,anguish because it was not yet realised,and might not be.

As the dogs had looked at him on the chase with a look that he did not understand,so she looked at him,and in her regard there was a question that baffled him and a statement which he could not follow.

He spoke to her then,mastering his heart to do it.

"I do not seem to know you,"he said.

"You do not know me indeed,"she replied.

"It is the more wonderful,"he continued gently,"for I should know every person that is here.What do you require from me?""I beg your protection,royal captain."