Part 6 (1/2)

FAIR, BROWN, AND TREMBLING.

King Aedh Curucha lived in Tir Conal, and he had three daughters, whose names were Fair, Brown, and Trembling.

Fair and Brown had new dresses, and went to church every Sunday.

Trembling was kept at home to do the cooking and work. They would not let her go out of the house at all; for she was more beautiful than the other two, and they were in dread she might marry before themselves.

They carried on in this way for seven years. At the end of seven years the son of the king of Omanya[3] fell in love with the eldest sister.

[3] The ancient Emania in Ulster.

One Sunday morning, after the other two had gone to church, the old henwife came into the kitchen to Trembling, and said: ”It's at church you ought to be this day, instead of working here at home.”

”How could I go?” said Trembling. ”I have no clothes good enough to wear at church; and if my sisters were to see me there, they'd kill me for going out of the house.”

”I'll give you,” said the henwife, ”a finer dress than either of them has ever seen. And now tell me what dress will you have?”

”I'll have,” said Trembling, ”a dress as white as snow, and green shoes for my feet.”

Then the henwife put on the cloak of darkness, clipped a piece from the old clothes the young woman had on, and asked for the whitest robes in the world and the most beautiful that could be found, and a pair of green shoes.

That moment she had the robe and the shoes, and she brought them to Trembling, who put them on. When Trembling was dressed and ready, the henwife said: ”I have a honey-bird here to sit on your right shoulder, and a honey-finger to put on your left. At the door stands a milk-white mare, with a golden saddle for you to sit on, and a golden bridle to hold in your hand.”

Trembling sat on the golden saddle; and when she was ready to start, the henwife said: ”You must not go inside the door of the church, and the minute the people rise up at the end of Ma.s.s, do you make off, and ride home as fast as the mare will carry you.”

When Trembling came to the door of the church there was no one inside who could get a glimpse of her but was striving to know who she was; and when they saw her hurrying away at the end of Ma.s.s, they ran out to overtake her. But no use in their running; she was away before any man could come near her. From the minute she left the church till she got home, she overtook the wind before her, and outstripped the wind behind.

She came down at the door, went in, and found the henwife had dinner ready. She put off the white robes, and had on her old dress in a twinkling.

When the two sisters came home the henwife asked: ”Have you any news to-day from the church?”

”We have great news,” said they. ”We saw a wonderful, grand lady at the church-door. The like of the robes she had we have never seen on woman before. It's little that was thought of our dresses beside what she had on; and there wasn't a man at the church, from the king to the beggar, but was trying to look at her and know who she was.”

The sisters would give no peace till they had two dresses like the robes of the strange lady; but honey-birds and honey-fingers were not to be found.

Next Sunday the two sisters went to church again, and left the youngest at home to cook the dinner.

After they had gone, the henwife came in and asked: ”Will you go to church to-day?”

”I would go,” said Trembling, ”if I could get the going.”

”What robe will you wear?” asked the henwife.

”The finest black satin that can be found, and red shoes for my feet.”

”What color do you want the mare to be?”

”I want her to be so black and so glossy that I can see myself in her body.”