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Updated: September 25, 2025
It chanced one day that when they were resting in the noontide heat, under the perfumed shade of a hawthorn in bloom, they saw on the edge of the meadow, spread out before them, a speckled thrush cowering in the grass. "Oh, Connla! Connla! Look at the thrush and, look, look up in the sky, there is a hawk!" cried Nora.
The thrush, shaking its wings, rose joyously in the air, and perching upon an elm-tree in sight of the children, he sang a song so sweet that they left the hawthorn shade and walked along together until they stood under the branches of the elm; and they listened and listened to the thrush's song, and at last Nora said: "Oh, Connla! did you ever hear a song so sweet as this?"
So his account of their friendship was cursory and perfunctory, and he asked Evelyn suddenly if Ulick had shown her his opera. "Grania?" "No, not 'Grania. He has not finished 'Grania, but 'Connla and the Fairy Maiden. Written," he added, "entirely on the old lines. Come into the music-room and you shall see." He took up the lamp; Evelyn called Agnes to get another.
For it is, I repeat, the heroic Gaelic world that MacDowell has made to live again in his music: that miraculous world of stupendous passions and aspirations, of bards and heroes and great adventure the world of Cuchullin the Unconquerable, and Laeg, and Queen Meave; of Naesi, and Deirdré the Beautiful, and Fergus, and Connla the Harper, and those kindred figures, lovely or greatly tragical, that are like no other figures in the world's mythologies.
When they awoke next morning and rose from their silken beds they were no longer children. Nora was a graceful and stately maiden, and Connla a handsome and gallant youth. They looked at each other for a moment in surprise, and then Connla said: "Oh, Nora, how tall and beautiful you are!"
When they awoke next morning and rose from their silken beds they were no longer children. Nora was a graceful and stately maiden, and Connla a handsome and gallant youth. They looked at each other for a moment in surprise, and then Connla said: "Oh, Nora, how tall and beautiful you are!"
And Connla and Nora caught up the little mother in their arms, and they carried her into the hall and set her down on the floor. "Oh, Nora!" said the little mother, "you are a head over me; and as for you, Connla, you look almost as tall as one of the round towers of Erin." "That's what the fairy queen said, mother," said Nora. "Blessings on the fairy queen," said the little mother.
And you, Connla, will be king yet over the loveliest province in all the land of Erin; but you will have to fight for your crown, and days of battle are before you. They will not come for a long time after you have left the fairyland under the sea, and until they come lay aside your helmet, shield, and spear, and warrior's cloak and golden brooch.
There we keep holiday alway, nor need we help from any in our joy. And in all our pleasure we have no strife. And because we have our homes in the round green hills, men call us the Hill Folk." The king and all with him wondered much to hear a voice when they saw no one. For save Connla alone, none saw the Fairy Maiden. "To whom art thou talking, my son?" said Conn the king.
The thrush, shaking its wings, rose joyously in the air, and perching upon an elm-tree in sight of the children, he sang a song so sweet that they left the hawthorn shade and walked along together until they stood under the branches of the elm; and they listened and listened to the thrush's song, and at last Nora said: "Oh, Connla! did you ever hear a song so sweet as this?"
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