The king ordered the body to be raised from out the grave and to be buried on the other side of the loch. It was done as the king bade, and the pit closed. Thereupon a fir shoot grew out of the grave of Deirdre and a fir shoot from the grave of Naois, and the two shoots united in a knot above the loch. The king ordered the shoots to be cut down, and this was done twice, until, at the third time, the wife whom the king had married caused him to stop this work of evil and his vengeance on the remains of the dead.
KIng OToole and His Goose
Och, I thought all the world, far and near, had heerd o King OToole well, well, but the darkness of mankind is untellible! Well, sir, you must know, as you didnt hear it afore, that there was a king, called King OToole, who was a fine old king in the old ancient times, long ago; and it was he that owned the churches in the early days. The king, you see, was the right sort; he was the real boy, and loved sport as he loved his life, and hunting in particular; and from the rising o the sun, up he got, and away he went over the mountains after the deer; and fine times they were.
Well, it was all mighty good, as long as the king had his health; but, you see, in course of time the king grew old, by raison[19] he was stiff in his limbs, and when he got stricken in years, his heart failed him, and he was lost entirely for want o diversion, because he couldnt go a-hunting no longer; and, by dad, the poor king was obliged at last to get a goose to divert him. Oh, you may laugh, if you like, but its truth Im telling you; and the way the goose diverted him was this-away: You see, the goose used to swim across the lake, and go diving for trout, and catch fish on a Friday for the king, and flew every other day round about the lake, diverting the poor king. All went on mighty well until, by dad, the goose got stricken in years like her master, and couldnt divert him no longer, and then it was that the poor king was lost entirely. The king was walkin one mornin by the edge of the lake, lamentin his cruel fate[20], and thinking of drowning himself, that could get no diversion in life, when all of a sudden, turning round the corner, who should he meet but a mighty decent young man coming up to him.
God save you, says the king to the young man.
God save you kindly, King OToole, says the young man.
True for you, says the king. I am King OToole, says he, prince and plennypennytinchery of these parts, says he; but how came ye to know that? says he.
Oh, never mind, says St. Kavin.
You see it was St. Kavin, sure enough the saint himself in disguise, and nobody else. Oh, never mind, says he, I know more than that. May I make bold to ask how is your goose, King OToole? says he.
Blur-an-agers, how came ye to know about my goose? says the king.
Oh, no matter; I was given to understand it, says St. Kavin.
After some more talk the king says, What are you?
Im an honest man, says St. Kavin.
Well, honest man, says the king, and how is it you make your money so aisy?
By makin old things as good as new, says St. Ka-vin.
Is it a tinker you are? says the king.
No, says the saint; Im no tinker by trade, King OToole; Ive a better trade than a tinker, says he. What would you say, says he, if I made your old goose as good as new?
My dear, at the word of making his goose as good as new, youd think the poor old kings eyes were ready to jump out of his head. With that the king whistled, and down came the poor goose, just like a hound, waddling up to the poor cripple, her master, and as like him as two peas. The minute the saint clapped his eyes on the goose, Ill do the job for you, says he, King OToole.
By Jaminee? says King OToole. If you do, Ill say youre the cleverest fellow in the seven parishes.
Oh, by dad, says St. Kavin, you must say more nor that my horns not so soft all out, says he, as to repair your old goose for nothing; whatll you gi me if I do the job for you? thats the chat, says St. Kavin.
Ill give you whatever you ask, says the king; isnt that fair?
Divil a fairer, says the saint; Thats the way to do business. Now, says he, this is the bargain Ill make with you, King OToole: will you gi me all the ground the goose flies over, the first offer, after I make her as good as new?
I will, says the king.
You wont go back o your word? says St. Kavin. Honour bright! says King OToole, holding out his fist.
Honour bright! says St. Kavin, back agin, its a bargain. Come here! says he to the poor old goose, come here, you unfortunate ould cripple, and its I thatll make you the sporting bird. With that, my dear, he took up the goose by the two wings Criss o my cross an you, says he, markin her to grace with the blessed sign at the same minute and throwing her up in the air. Whew, says he, jist givin her a blast to help her; and with that, my jewel, she took to her heels[21], flyin like one o the eagles themselves, and cutting as many capers as a swallow before a shower of rain.
Well, my dear, it was a beautiful sight to see the king standing with his mouth open, looking at his poor old goose flying as light as a lark, and better than ever she was: and when she lit at his feet, patted her on the head, and Ma vourneen, says he, but you are the darlint o the world.
And what do you say to me, says St. Kavin, for making her the like?
By Jabers, says the king, I say nothing beats the art o man, barring the bees.
And do you say no more nor that? says St. Kavin.
And that Im beholden to you, says the king.
But will you gie all the ground the goose flew over? says St. Kavin.
I will, says King OToole, and youre welcome to it, says he. Though its the last acre I have to give.
But youll keep your word true? says the saint.
As true as the sun, says the king.
Its well for you, King OToole, that you said that word, says he; for if you didnt say that word, the devil the bit o your goose would ever fly agin.
When the king was as good as his word, St. Kavin was pleased with him, and then it was that he made himself known to the king. And, says he, King OToole, youre a decent man, for I only came here to try you. You dont know me, says he, because Im disguised.
Musha! Then, says the king, Who are you?
Im St. Kavin, said the saint, blessing himself.
Oh, queen of heaven! says the king, making the sign of the cross between his eyes, and falling down on his knees before the saint. Is it the great St. Kavin, says he, that Ive been discoursing all this time without knowing it, says he, all as one as if he was a lump of a gossoon? and so youre a saint? says the king.
I am, says St. Kavin.
By Jabers, I thought I was only talking to a dacent boy, says the king.
Well, you know the difference now, says the saint. Im St. Kavin, says he, the greatest of all the saints.
And so the king had his goose as good as new, to divert him as long as he lived and the saint supported him after he came into his property, as I told you, until the day of his death and that was soon after; for the poor goose thought he was catching a trout one Friday; but, my jewel, it was a mistake he made and instead of a trout, it was a thieving horse-eel; and instead of the goose killing a trout for the kings supper by dad, the eel killed the kings goose and small blame to him[22]; but he didnt ate her, because he darnt ate what St. Kavin had laid his blessed hands on.