Heroes of the dawn . him THE DEATH OF OSCUR 211 on their spears to his grave. At Gabhra arethe graves of many great kings and heroes ;but the grave of the brave and chivalrousOscur is the greatest of all, for the whole rathof Gabhra belongs to him alone. OISIN GOES TO TIR-NA-NOGE After the sorrowful battle of Gabhra, Fionnand Oisin and Caeilt^, with the few Fians leftto them, went southward to Kerry. Theylingered for a while by the waters of LochLein, resting there until their wounds hadhealed a little; then they journeyed to thewest, and at last reached the smooth shiningstretches of sand at
Heroes of the dawn . him THE DEATH OF OSCUR 211 on their spears to his grave. At Gabhra arethe graves of many great kings and heroes ;but the grave of the brave and chivalrousOscur is the greatest of all, for the whole rathof Gabhra belongs to him alone. OISIN GOES TO TIR-NA-NOGE After the sorrowful battle of Gabhra, Fionnand Oisin and Caeilt^, with the few Fians leftto them, went southward to Kerry. Theylingered for a while by the waters of LochLein, resting there until their wounds hadhealed a little; then they journeyed to thewest, and at last reached the smooth shiningstretches of sand at Berramain. Here will we stay for a time, said Fionn. Old age presses upon me, and my heart isheavy with sorrow for the loss of my nobleOscur and my brave Fians. They had not been long at Berramain whenone evening, as they were gathered togetheron the strand, they saw, riding out of thesunset over the sea towards them, a beautifulyoung girl on a white horse. Golden shoeswere on the horses feet, bit and bridle and 212. THEY SAW, RIDING OUT OF THE SUNSET, A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL OISIN GOES TO TIR-NA-NOGE 213 saddle were of gold too, and round its neck awreath of silver apple blossoms shone. Therider came nearer, and the Fians thought thatnever before had they seen such a delicateand wonderful beauty as this girl beautiful she was than any queen of theworld who had ever lived. Her eyes wereblue as the hills when a summer twUight hesover them, and the red-gold crown upon herhead was not more golden than her hair,partly hidden by an opalescent veil hangingin soft folds over a gleaming silken cloak. At last she came to the edge of the sea,where the Fians stood watching her, and hervoice sounded like sweet music as she spoketo Fionn: It is a long road from my country toyours, O Fionn, but 1 have taken it in searchof you. Beautiful queen, said Fionn, I am oldand my men are nearly all killed, but few andsorrowful as we are, we will not refuse anyservice you may ask of us. T
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