rs--the scissors that the Queen of Senlabor gave her--run through
it. It cut out the pattern exactly. "What a wonderful scissors," said
Gilveen. She stooped down to where Morag was sitting on the stone
outside of the woodman's house and took up the scissors in her hand. She
examined it. "I cannot give it back to you," said she. "Give it to me,
and I will let you have any favor you ask." "Since you want me to
ask you for a favor," said Morag, "I ask that you let me sit at the
supper-table to-night alone with the youth you are to marry." "That will
do me no harm," said Gilveen. She went away, taking the scissors and
smiling to herself.

That night Morag went into the Castle and came to the supper-table where
Flann was seated alone. But Gilveen had put a sleeping-draught into
Flann's cup and he neither saw nor knew Morag when she sat at the
table. "Do you remember, Flann," said she, "how we used to sit at the
supper-board in the house of Crom Duv?" But Flann did not hear her, nor
see her, and then Morag had to go away.

VI

The next day Gilveen came to where Morag sat on the stone outside the
woodman's hut to watch her stitch the garment she had cut out. The
thread went into the needle of itself. "What a wonderful ball of
thread," said Gilveen, taking it up. "I cannot give it back to you. Ask
me for a favor in place of it." "Since you would have me ask a favor,"
said Morag, "I ask that you let me sit at the supper-table alone with
the youth you are going to marry." "That will do me no harm," said
Gilveen. She took the ball of thread and went away smiling.

That night Morag went into the Castle and came to the supper-table where
Flann was seated alone. But Gilveen again had put a sleeping-draught
into his cup, and Flann did not see or know Morag. "Do you not remember,
Flann," said she, "the story of Morag that I told you across the
supper-board in the House of Crom Duv?" But Flann gave no sign of
knowing her, and then Morag had to go away.

The next day Gilveen came to watch Morag make the red embroideries upon
the white garment. When she put the needle into the cloth it worked out
the pattern of itself. "This is the most wonderful thing of all," said
Gilveen. She stooped down and took the needle in her hand. "I cannot
give this back to you," she said, "and you will have to ask for a favor
that will recompense you."

"If I must ask for a favor," said Morag, "the only favor I would ask is
that you let me sit at