Part 22 (1/2)

The implacable Finn then comes up, and stands over Dermot in his agony.

It likes me well to see thee in that plight, O Dermot, he says, and I would that all the women in Ireland saw thee now; for thy excellent beauty is turned to ugliness and thy choice form to deformity. Dermot reminds Finn of how he once rescued him from deadly peril when attacked during a feast at the house of Derc, and begs him to heal him with a draught of water from his hands, for Finn had the magic gift of restoring any wounded man to health with a draught of well-water drawn in his two hands. Here is no well, says Finn. That is not true, says Dermot, for nine paces from you is the best well of pure water in the world. Finn, at last, on the entreaty of Oscar and the Fianna, and after the recital of many deeds done for his sake by Dermot in old days, goes to the well, but ere he brings the water to Dermots side he lets it fall through his fingers. A second time he goes, and a second time he lets the water fall, having thought upon Grania, and Dermot gave a sigh of anguish on seeing it.

Oscar then declares that if Finn does not bring the water promptly either he or Finn shall never leave the hill alive, and Finn goes once more to the well, but it is now too late; Dermot is dead before the healing draught can reach his lips. Then Finn takes the hound of Dermot, the chiefs of the Fianna lay their cloaks over the dead man, and they return to Rath Grania. Grania, seeing the hound led by Finn, conjectures what has happened, and swoons upon the rampart of the Rath. Oisin, when she has revived, gives her the hound, against Finns will, and the Fianna troop away, leaving her to her sorrow. When the people of Granias household go out to fetch in the body of Dermot they find there Angus Og and his company of the People of Dana, who, after raising three bitter and terrible cries, bear away the body on a gilded bier, and Angus declares that though he cannot restore the dead to life, I will send a soul into him so that he may talk with me each day.

*The End of Grania*

To a tale like this modern taste demands a romantic and sentimental ending; and such has actually been given to it in the retelling by Dr. P.

W. Joyce in his Old Celtic Romances, as it has to the tale of Deirdre by almost every modern writer who has handled it.(190) But the Celtic story-teller felt differently. The tale of the end of Deirdre is horribly cruel, that of Grania cynical and mocking; neither is in the least sentimental. Grania is at first enraged with Finn, and sends her sons abroad to learn feats of arms, so that they may take vengeance upon him when the time is ripe. But Finn, wily and far-seeing as he is portrayed in this tale, knows how to forestall this danger. When the tragedy on Ben Bulben has begun to grow a little faint in the shallow soul of Grania, he betakes himself to her, and though met at first with scorn and indignation he woos her so sweetly and with such tenderness that at last he brings her to his will, and he bears her back as a bride to the Hill of Allen. When the Fianna see the pair coming towards them in this loving guise they burst into a shout of laughter and derision, so that Grania bowed her head in shame. We trow, O Finn, cries Oisin, that thou wilt keep Grania well from henceforth. So Grania made peace between Finn and her sons, and dwelt with Finn as his wife until he died.

*Two Streams of Fian Legends*

It will be noticed that in this legend Finn does not appear as a sympathetic character. Our interest is all on the side of Dermot. In this aspect of it the tale is typical of a certain cla.s.s of Fian stories. Just as there were two rival clans within the Fian organisationthe Clan Bascna and the Clan Mornawho sometimes came to blows for the supremacy, so there are two streams of legends seeming to flow respectively from one or other of these sources, in one of which Finn is glorified, while in the other he is belittled in favour of Goll mac Morna or any other hero with whom he comes into conflict.

*End of the Fianna*

The story of the end of the Fianna is told in a number of pieces, some prose, some poetry, all of them, however, agreeing in presenting this event as a piece of sober history, without any of the supernatural and mystical atmosphere in which nearly all the Fian legends are steeped.

After the death of Cormac mac Art his son Cairbry came to the High-Kings.h.i.+p of Ireland. He had a fair daughter named _Sgeimh Solais_ (Light of Beauty), who was asked in marriage by a son of the King of the Decies. The marriage was arranged, and the Fianna claimed a ransom or tribute of twenty ingots of gold, which, it is said, was customarily paid to them on these occasions. It would seem that the Fianna had now grown to be a distinct power within the State, and an oppressive one, exacting heavy tributes and burdensome privileges from kings and sub-kings all over Ireland. Cairbry resolved to break them; and he thought he had now a good opportunity to do so. He therefore refused payment of the ransom, and summoned all the provincial kings to help him against the Fianna, the main body of whom immediately went into rebellion for what they deemed their rights. The old feud between Clan Bascna and Clan Morna now broke out afresh, the latter standing by the High King, while Clan Bascna, aided by the King of Munster and his forces, who alone took their side, marched against Cairbry.

*The Battle of Gowra*

All this sounds very matter-of-fact and probable, but how much real history there may be in it it is very hard to say. The decisive battle of the war which ensued took place at Gowra (Gabhra), the name of which survives in Garristown, Co. Dublin. The rival forces, when drawn up in battle array, knelt and kissed the sacred soil of Erin before they charged. The story of the battle in the poetical versions, one of which is published in the Ossianic Societys Transactions, and another and finer one in Campbells The Fians,(191) is supposed to be related by Oisin to St. Patrick. He lays great stress on the feats of his son Oscar:

My son urged his course Through the battalions of Tara Like a hawk through a flock of birds, Or a rock descending a mountain-side.

*The Death of Oscar*

The fight was _ outrance_, and the slaughter on both sides tremendous.

None but old men and boys, it is said, were left in Erin after that fight.

The Fianna were in the end almost entirely exterminated, and Oscar slain.

He and the King of Ireland, Cairbry, met in single combat, and each of them slew the other. While Oscar was still breathing, though there was not a palms breadth on his body without a wound, his father found him:

I found my own son lying down On his left elbow, his s.h.i.+eld by his side; His right hand clutched the sword, The blood poured through his mail

Oscar gazed up at me Woe to me was that sight!

He stretched out his two arms to me, Endeavouring to rise to meet me.

I grasped the hand of my son And sat down by his left side; And since I sat by him there, I have recked nought of the world.

When Finn (in the Scottish version) comes to bewail his grandson, he cries:

Woe, that it was not I who fell In the fight of bare sunny Gavra, And you were east and west Marching before the Fians, Oscar.

But Oscar replies:

Were it you that fell In the fight of bare sunny Gavra, One sigh, east or west, Would not be heard for you from Oscar.

No man ever knew A heart of flesh was in my breast, But a heart of the twisted horn And a sheath of steel over it.