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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Is that the sun I see shining, my friend?" the king asked. "It may be the sun," replied mac an Da'v, peering curiously at the golden radiance that dozed about them, "but maybe it's a yellow fog." "What is life at all?" said the king. "It is a weariness and a tiredness," said mac an Da'v. "It is a long yawn without sleepiness. It is a bee, lost at midnight and buzzing on a pane.
It was a long, uneasy journey, for although mac an Da'v was of stout heart and goodwill, yet no man can carry another on his back from Ulster to Leinster and go quick.
"Where the one is the other will be," cried mac an Da'v joyously. "Go," said Mongan, "to Rath Descirt of Bregia; you know that place?" "As well as my tongue knows my teeth." "Duv Laca is there; see her, and ask her what she wants me to do." Mac an Da'v went there and returned.
"Well, what was it that knocked a howl out of you like the yelp of a sick dog, honest man?" "Go away," said mac an Da'v, "go away, you flat-faced, nosey person." "There is no politeness left in this country," said the stranger, and he went away to a certain distance, and from thence he threw a stone at mac an Da'v's nose, and hit it. The road was now not so crowded as it had been.
Minutes would pass and only a few travellers would come, and minutes more would go when nobody was in sight at all. Then two men came down the road: they were clerics. "I never saw that kind of uniform before," said mac an Da'v. "Even if you didn't," said Mongan, "there are plenty of them about. They are men that don't believe in our gods," said he. "Do they not, indeed?" said mac an Da'v.
"There is no one sorrier for you than I am," said Mongan. "There is indeed," said mac an Da'v, "for I am sorrier myself." Mongan roused himself then. "You have a claim on me truly," said he, "and I will not have any one with a claim on me that is not satisfied. Go," he said to mac an Da'v, "to that fairy place we both know of.
"It was a poor day brought you off with Mananna'n to the Land of Promise," said his servant. "Why should you think that?" inquired Mongan. "Because," said mac an Da'v, "you learned nothing in the Land of Promise except how to eat a lot of food and how to do nothing in a deal of time." "What business is it of yours?" said Mongan angrily.
He was thinking in this way when mac an Da'v came towards him over the lawn, and he noticed that mac an Da'v was walking like an old man. He took little slow steps, and he did not loosen his knees when he walked, so he went stiffly. One of his feet turned pitifully outwards, and the other turned lamentably in.
Duv Laca had a young attendant, who was her foster-sister as well as her servant, and on the day that she got married to Mongan, her attendant was married to mac an Da'v, who was servant and foster-brother to Mongan.
Mac an Da'v opened it, and there was Tibraide, standing outside, and twenty-nine of his men were with him, and they were all laughing. "A mile was not half enough," said mac an Da'v reproachfully. The Chamberlain of the fortress pushed into the room and he stared from one Tibraide' to the other. "This is a fine growing year," said he.
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