Celtic Tales | Page 2

to come, because of this fair child shall great sorrow come upon
our King Concobar and upon all his realm. In those days shall Erin's
chief glory perish, for if the House of the Red Branch fall, who shall
stand?'
Then did a cry of fear burst from those gathered to the feast, and
leaping to their feet, each man laid his hand upon his sword, for the
word that the wise man had spoken would it not come to pass?
'Let our swords be in readiness,' they cried, 'to kill the babe that shall be
born this night, for better far is it that one child perish than that the
blood of a nation be spilt.'
And Felim spake: 'Great sorrow is mine that fear of the child who shall
be born this night should be upon you. Therefore, if it please the King,
let my daughter die, and so may peace yet reign in the realm. For dear
as would be a child to my wife and to me, dearer yet is the common
weal.'
But the answer of King Concobar came not for a time. His soul was
filled with desire to see the star-eyed maiden and to hear the wonder of
her voice. Still was the hand of each upon his sword when the King
spake.
'Put far from thee, O Felim, the will to do this thing. Bend not thy mind
to the death of thine own child. And ye, my people, sheathe your
swords. Let the babe live. I, Concobar, will be her guardian, and if ill
befall, let it be upon me, your King.'
At these words arose a Prince.

'It would be well, O King, but for the word spoken by the Wise Man,
for hath he not said, "Because of this fair child shall great sorrow come
upon the King Concobar"? If we let the babe live, then must thy people
see thee in sore distress, for the word that the Wise Man speaketh, shall
it not come to pass?'
'Of that am I not unmindful. Deep within the forest, beyond the Moor
of Loneliness, shall her childish days be spent. Gently tended shall she
be, but the eye of man shall not behold her, and solitary shall she live
as some unmated bird in distant wilderness.'
Then with one accord did the people cry, 'Wilt thou indeed be guardian
to this child, knowing the ill that the Wise Man hath foretold?'
'Yea, truly will I be guardian to the child, and when she be a woman
then shall she be my wedded wife. And if with the maiden come sorrow,
then be that sorrow upon me, and not upon the land.'
'What sayest thou, O Felim the Harper?' cried the people.
'It were better to slay the child than to let that come which hath been
foretold.'
'And what sayest thou, O Wise Man?'
'That which shall come, shall come.'
At the same moment there entered the hall a servant of Felim, and
loudly did he proclaim that the girl-babe, who had been foretold, was
born. 'Right beautiful and strong is the child, most fair to look upon.'
'And Deirdre shall her name be,' said the Wise Man, 'Deirdre the
Star-eyed.'
And because of the words that the King Concobar had spoken, the life
of the babe was spared, and when the days of feasting were past,
Concobar returned to his palace, and with him he took the infant child
and her mother. Yet after a month he bade the mother return to Felim

her husband, but the babe Deirdre he kept.
And deep within the forest, beyond the Moor of Loneliness, did the
King command that a cottage be built, and when Deirdre was one year,
thither was she sent with a trusted nurse. But on the trees of the forest
and throughout the land was proclaimed the order of the King
Concobar, that whosoever should hunt, or for other purpose enter the
wood, death should be his portion.
Once each week did the King visit the fair babe, and daily were stores
of food and milk brought to the lone dwelling. And Deirdre each year
grew more fair, but none beheld her beauty, save her nurse, her tutor,
and Lavarcam.
This Lavarcam was a woman well trusted of the King, and she alone
went to and fro between the palace and the cottage. It was she who told
to Deirdre the old tales of knights and ladies, of dragons and of fairies
that dwelt in the Enchanted Land.
When Deirdre was seven years old the King no longer came every
week to the forest, but twice in the year only, and that as the Spring put
forth her first green shoots, and again when Autumn gleaned her
harvest of gold.