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第10章 THE BOYHOOD OF FIONN(4)

Some broken soldier tramping home to his people will find it out;a herd seeking his strayed cattle or a band of travelling musicians will get the wind of it.How many people will move through even the remotest wood in a year!The crows will tell a secret if no one else does;and under a bush,behind a clump of bracken,what eyes may there not be!But if your secret is legged like a young goat!If it is tongued like a wolf!One can hide a baby,but you cannot hide a boy.He will rove unless you tie him to a post,and he will whistle then.

The sons of Morna came,but there were only two grim women living in a lonely hut to greet them.We may be sure they were well greeted.One can imagine Goll's merry stare taking in all that could be seen;Cona'n's grim eye raking the women's faces while his tongue raked them again;the Rough mac Morna shouldering here and there in the house and about it,with maybe a hatchet in his hand,and Art Og coursing further afield and vowing that if the cub was there he would find him.

CHAPTER VI

But Fionn was gone.He was away,bound with his band of poets for the Galtees.

It is likely they were junior poets come to the end of a year's training,and returning to their own province to see again the people at home,and to be wondered at and exclaimed at as they exhibited bits of the knowledge which they had brought from the great schools.They would know tags of rhyme and tricks about learning which Fionn would hear of;and now and again,as they rested in a glade or by the brink of a river,they might try their lessons over.They might even refer to the ogham wands on which the first words of their tasks and the opening lines of poems were cut;and it is likely that,being new to these things,they would talk of them to a youngster,and,thinking that his wits could be no better than their own,they might have explained to him how ogham was written.But it is far more likely that his women guardians had already started him at those lessons.

Still this band of young bards would have been of infinite interest to Fionn,not on account of what they had learned,but because of what they knew.All the things that he should have known as by nature:the look,the movement,the feeling of crowds;the shouldering and intercourse of man with man;the clustering of houses and how people bore themselves in and about them;the movement of armed men,and the homecoming look of wounds;tales of births,and marriages and deaths;the chase with its multitudes of men and dogs;all the noise,the dust,the excitement of mere living.These,to Fionn,new come from leaves and shadows and the dipple and dapple of a wood,would have seemed wonderful;and the tales they would have told of their masters,their looks,fads,severities,sillinesses,would have been wonderful also.

That band should have chattered like a rookery.

They must have been young,for one time a Leinsterman came on them,a great robber named Fiacuil mac Cona,and he killed the poets.He chopped them up and chopped them down.He did not leave one poeteen of them all.He put them out of the world and out of life,so that they stopped being,and no one could tell where they went or what had really happened to them;and it is a wonder indeed that one can do that to anything let alone a band.If they were not youngsters,the bold Fiacuil could not have managed them all.Or,perhaps,he too had a band,although the record does not say so;but kill them he did,and they died that way.

Fionn saw that deed,and his blood may have been cold enough as he watched the great robber coursing the poets as a wild dog rages in a flock.And when his turn came,when they were all dead,and the grim,red-handed man trod at him,Fionn may have shivered,but he would have shown his teeth and laid roundly on the monster with his hands.Perhaps he did that,and perhaps for that he was spared.

"Who are you?"roared the staring black-mouth with the red tongue squirming in it like a frisky fish.

"The son of Uail,son of Baiscne,"quoth hardy Fionn.And at that the robber ceased to be a robber,the murderer disappeared,the black-rimmed chasm packed with red fish and precipices changed to something else,and the round eyes that had been popping out of their sockets and trying to bite,changed also.There remained a laughing and crying and loving servant who wanted to tie himself into knots if that would please the son of his great captain.

Fionn went home on the robber's shoulder,and the robber gave great snorts and made great jumps and behaved like a first-rate horse.For this same Fiacuil was the husband of Bovmall,Fionn's aunt.He had taken to the wilds when clann-Baiscne was broken,and he was at war with a world that had dared to kill his Chief.

CHAPTER VII

A new life for Fionn in the robber's den that was hidden in a vast cold marsh.

A tricky place that would be,with sudden exits and even suddener entrances,and with damp,winding,spidery places to hoard treasure in,or to hide oneself in.

If the robber was a solitary he would,for lack of someone else,have talked greatly to Fionn.He would have shown his weapons and demonstrated how he used them,and with what slash he chipped his victim,and with what slice he chopped him.He would have told why a slash was enough for this man and why that man should be sliced.All men are masters when one is young,and Fionn would have found knowledge here also.lie would have seen Fiacuil's great spear that had thirty rivets of Arabian gold in its socket,and that had to be kept wrapped up and tied down so that it would not kill people out of mere spitefulness.It had come from Faery,out of the Shi'of Aillen mac Midna,and it would be brought back again later on between the same man's shoulder-blades.

What tales that man could tell a boy,and what questions a boy could ask him.He would have known a thousand tricks,and because our instinct is to teach,and because no man can keep a trick from a boy,he would show them to Fionn.

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