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CHAPTER I.
FINN, THE SON OF c.u.mAL, SEEKS THE PRINCESS GRANIA TO WIFE.
On a certain day, Finn, the son of c.u.mal, rose at early morn in Allen of the broad hill-slopes, and, going forth, sat him down on the green lawn before the palace, without companion or attendant. And two of his people followed him, namely, Oisin his son, and Dering the son of Dobar O'Baskin.
Oisin spoke to him and asked, "Why, O king, hast thou come forth so early?"
"Cause enough have I indeed," replied Finn; "for I am without a wife since Manissa, the daughter of Garad of the Black Knee, died; and who can enjoy sweet sleep when his life is lonely like mine, with no wife to comfort and cheer him? This, my friends, is the cause of my early rising."
And Oisin said, "Why should you be without a wife if you desire one? For there is not, within the sea-circle of green Erin, a maiden that we will not bring you, either by consent or by force, if you only turn the light of your eyes on her."
Then Dering spoke and said, "I know where there is a maiden, who in all respects is worthy to be thy wife."
And when Finn asked who she was, Dering replied--
"The maiden is Grania, daughter of king Cormac,[22] the son of Art, the son of Conn the Hundred-fighter; the most beautiful, the best instructed, and the most discreet in speech and manner of all the maidens of Erin."
"There has been strife between me and Cormac for a long time," said Finn, "and it may happen that he will not give me his daughter in marriage. But go ye to Tara in my name, you and Oisin, and ask the maiden for me: if the king should refuse, so let it be; but I can better bear a refusal to you than to myself."
"We will go," said Oisin; "but it is better that no man know of our journey till we return."
So the two heroes took leave of Finn and went their way; and nothing is told of what befell them till they reached Tara. It chanced that the king was at this time holding a meeting; and the chiefs and great n.o.bles of Tara were a.s.sembled round him. And when the two warriors arrived, they were welcomed, and the meeting was put off for that day; for the king felt sure that it was on some business of weight they had come.
After they had eaten and drunk, the king, sending away all others from his presence, bade the two chiefs tell their errand. So Oisin told him they had come to seek his daughter Grania in marriage for Finn the son of c.u.mal.
Then the king said, "In all Erin there is scarce a young prince or n.o.ble who has not sought my daughter in marriage; and she has refused them all. And it is on me that the ill feeling and reproach caused by her refusals have fallen; for she has ever made me the bearer of her answers. Wherefore now you shall come to my daughter's presence, and I will not mention the matter to her till she give you an answer from her own lips: so shall I be blameless if she refuse."
So they went to the apartments of the women, at the sunny side of the palace. And when they had entered the princess's chamber, the king sat with her on the couch and said--
"Here, my daughter, are two of the people of Finn the son of c.u.mal, who have come to ask thee as a wife for him."
And Grania, giving, indeed, not much thought to the matter, answered, "I know not whether he is worthy to be thy son-in-law; but if he be, why should he not be a fitting husband for me?"
The two messengers were satisfied with this answer, and retired. And Cormac made a feast for them; and they ate and drank and made merry with the chiefs and n.o.bles of the palace; after which the king bade them tell Finn to come at the end of a fortnight to claim his bride.
So the two heroes returned to Allen, and told how they had fared in their quest. And as all things come at last to an end, so this fortnight wore slowly away; and at the end of the time, Finn, having collected round him the chief men of the seven standing battalions of the Fena to be his guard, marched to Tara. The king received him with great honour, and welcomed the Fena, and they were feasted with the n.o.bles of Erin in the great banquet hall of Micorta.[CVII.] And the king sat on his throne to enjoy the feast with his guests, having Finn on his right hand, and on his left the queen, Etta, the daughter of Atan of Corca; and Grania sat next the queen, her mother, on the left. And all the others sat according to their rank and patrimony.
CHAPTER II.
DERMAT O'DYNA SECRETLY ESPOUSES THE PRINCESS GRANIA.
Now while the feast went on, it chanced that Dara of the Poems, one of Finn's druids, sat near Grania. And he recited for her many lays about the deeds of her forefathers; after which a pleasant conversation arose between them. And when they had talked for some time, she asked him--
"What means all this feasting? And why has Finn come with his people on this visit to my father the king?"
Dara was surprised at this question, and answered, "If thou dost not know, it is hard for me to know."
And Grania answered, "I wish, indeed, to learn from you what has brought Finn to Tara."
"It is strange to hear thee ask this question," said the druid. "Knowest thou not that he has come to claim thee for his wife?"
Grania was silent for a long time after hearing this. And again she spoke--
"If, indeed, Finn had sought me for his son Oisin, or for the youthful Oscar, there would be nothing to wonder at; but I marvel much that he seeks me for himself, seeing that he is older than my father."
Then Grania meditated in silence; and after a time she said to the druid--
"This is a goodly company, but I know not one among them, except only Oisin, the son of Finn. Tell me now who is that warrior on the right of Oisin."
"That knightly warrior," answered the druid, "is Gaul Mac Morna the Terrible in Battle."
"Who is the youthful champion to the right of Gaul?" asked Grania.
"That is Oscar, the son of Oisin," said the druid.
"Who is the graceful and active-looking chief sitting next Oscar?" asked the princess.
"That is Kylta Mac Ronan the Swift-footed," said the druid.
"Next to Kylta Mac Ronan sits a champion with fair, freckled skin, raven-black curls, a gentle, handsome, manly countenance, and soft voice: pray who is he?"
"That is Dermat O'Dyna of the Bright Face, the favourite of maidens, and beloved of all the Fena for his high-mindedness, his bravery, and his generous disposition."
"Who is he sitting at Dermat's shoulder?" asked Grania.
"That is Dering, the son of Dobar O'Baskin," replied the druid; "a valiant champion, and also a druid and a man of science."
Then Grania called her handmaid, and said to her, "Bring me the large jewelled, gold-chased drinking-horn that lies in my chamber."
The handmaid brought the drinking-horn; and Grania, having filled it to the brim, said--
"Take it now to Finn from me, and tell him that I desire him to drink from it."
The handmaiden did so, and Finn took a full draught. He pa.s.sed the drinking-horn to the king, and the king drank; and after him the queen.
Then again Grania bade the handmaid bring it to Carbri of the Liffey, the king's son; and she ceased not till all she wished to drink had drunk from the gold-chased horn. And after a little time, those who had drunk fell into a deep sleep, like the sleep of death.
Then the princess rose from her seat, and, walking softly across the hall, sat down near Dermat O'Dyna; and with downcast eyes and low voice, she said--
"Wilt thou, Dermat, return my love if I give it to thee?"
Dermat heard her at first with amazement and alarm. Then for a moment, even before he was aware, his heart leaped with joy; but when he bethought him of his duty to his chief, he hardened his mind, and answered with cold looks and words--