Part 13 (2/2)
They approved this counsel; and Brian, striking his two brothers and himself with a druidical magic wand, all three were changed into three beautiful hawks. Then, flying swiftly to the garden, they began to descend in circles towards the tops of the trees; but the sharp-eyed guards perceived them, and with a great shout they threw showers of venomous darts at them. The hawks, however, mindful of Brian's warning, watched the spears with keen glances, and escaped them every one, until the guards had thrown all their light weapons. Then, swooping suddenly down on the trees, the two younger brothers carried off an apple each, and Brian two, one between his talons and the other in his beak; and the three rose again into the air without wound or hurt of any kind. Then, directing their course westward, they flew over the wide sea with the speed of an arrow.
The news spread quickly through the city, how three beautiful hawks had carried off the apples; and the king and his people were in great wrath.
Now the king had three daughters, very skilful in magic and cunning in counsel; and they forthwith transformed themselves into three swift-winged, sharp-taloned griffins, and pursued the hawks over the sea. But the hawks, when they saw they were pursued, increased their speed, and flew like the wind, and left their pursuers so far behind that they appeared to the griffins like three specks on the sky. Then the angry griffins let fly from their eyes, and from their open beaks, bright flashes of flame straight forward, which overtook and blinded the hawks, and scorched them, so that they could bear the heat no longer.
”Evil is our state now,” said Ur and Urcar, ”for these sheets of flame are burning us, and we shall perish if we do not get relief.”
”I will try whether I cannot relieve you,” said Brian; and with that he struck his brothers and himself with his golden druidical wand; and all three were instantly turned into swans. The swans dropped down on the sea; and when the griffins saw the hawks no longer straight before them, they gave up the chase. And the sons of Turenn went safely to their canoe, bringing the apples with them.
CHAPTER VII.
THE GIFTED SKIN OF THE PIG.
After resting a little while, they held council as to their next journey; and what they resolved on was to go to Greece, to seek the skin of the pig, and to bring it away, either by consent or by force. So they went into the canoe, and Brian spoke--
”Thou canoe of Mannanan, thou Sweeper of the Waves, we ask thee and we command thee that thou sail with us straightway to Greece!”
And the canoe, obeying as before, glided swiftly and smoothly over the waves, till the sons of Turenn landed near the palace of the king of Greece.
”In what shape, think you, should we go to this court?” said Brian.
”We think it best,” answered the others, ”to go in our own shapes; that is to say, as three bold champions.”
”Not so,” said Brian. ”It seems best to me that we should go in the guise of learned poets from Erin; for poets are held in much honour and respect by the great n.o.bles of Greece.”
”It is, indeed, hard for us to do that,” answered his brothers, ”for as to poems, we neither have any, nor do we know how to compose them.”
However, as Brian would have it so, they consented, though unwillingly; and, tying up their hair after the manner of poets, they knocked at the door of the palace. The door-keeper asked who was there.
”We are skilful poets from Erin,” said Brian, ”and we have come to Greece with a poem for the king.”
The door-keeper went and gave the message.
”Let them be brought in,” said the king, ”for it is to seek a good and bountiful master whom they may serve faithfully that they have come so far from Erin.”
The sons of Turenn were accordingly led in to the banquet hall, where sat the king surrounded by his n.o.bles; and, bowing low, they saluted him; and he saluted them in return, and welcomed them. They sat at the table among the company, and joined the feast at once, drinking and making merry like the others; and they thought they had never seen a banquet hall so grand, or a household so numerous and mirthful.
At the proper time the king's poets arose, according to custom, to recite their poems and their lays for the company. And when they had come to an end, Brian, speaking low, said to his brothers--
”As we have come here as poets, it is meet that we should practise the poetic art like the others; therefore now arise, and recite a poem for the king.”
”We have no poems,” they replied, ”and we do not wish to practise any art except the art we have learned and practised from our youth, namely, to fight like brave champions, and to take by valour and force of arms that which we want, if we be stronger than our enemies, or to fall in battle if they be the stronger.”
”That is not a pleasant way of making poetry,” said Brian; and with that he arose and requested attention for his poem. And when they sat listening, he said--
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