o tell the Hens the story, Hero-son of my
heart," said the Little Slate-colored Hen that was the Cock's mother.

* * * * *

"More has to be told," said the Cock, "and it is needful that it
should be told now. Murrish the Cook-woman was in the kitchen. In
dashed Conbeg the hound, his eyes blazing with the fierceness of the
chase. Murrish was so frightened that she ran to the door. And coming
to the door she saw Little Fawn with a net on his shoulder. He came
into the house and he put the net on the floor, and he showed Murrish
what was in the net--a tremendous bird--a Blackbird that was as big in
one quarter as the quarter of mutton she had on the table. And when
the net was laid down on the ground the Blackbird flew up and he
carried the middle of the roof away with him as he flew through it and
he tumbled beams and rafters down upon Murrish. My grandfather saw the
Blackbird flying towards the mountain that is called Slieve-na-Mon,
and my grandfather told my father who told me." "You spoke the truth
when you said that you saw a blackbird as big in one quarter as the
quarter of mutton I gave you for your dinner," said Murrish the
Cook-woman to Little Fawn. "And I believe you when you say you saw an
ivy leaf as big as my barley loaf and a rowan berry as big as my pat
of butter." "I would only show you," said Little Fawn "that the men I
lived amongst had truth on their lips as they had strength in their
hands and courage in their hearts."

And from that day Little Fawn and Murrish the Cook-woman lived in
peace and good fellowship, and Ardan and Conbeg grew up together and
became famous, one and the other. They lived happy for long, but as
the books say--

The end of every ship is drowning,
The end of every kiln is burning,
The end of every feast is wasting,
The end of every laugh is sighing.

And if they were here once, they are here no more.

"And if they are not, we are," said the Slate-colored Hen that was the
Cock's mother. "We're here," said she, "and the earth, I promise you,
will shake under your feet to-morrow, no matter where you crow,
Hero-son of my heart."

[Illustration]

[Illustration: The Sea-Maiden who became a Sea-Swan]

The Sea-Maiden who became a Sea-Swan

[Illustration]

The Sea-Swan told the story to the pigeons of the rock, and the Boy
Who Knew What the Birds said heard every word of it. I was once a
Sea-Maiden, she said, and my n