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Updated: June 9, 2025
One morning I went to the well for water. When I looked into it I saw, not my own image, but the image of a young man. I drew up my pitcher filled with water, and went back to the Spae-Woman's house. At noontide Baun went to the well for water. She came back and her pitcher was only half-filled. Before dark Deelish went to the well.
Come within," said she, "and if we sit long enough at the supper-board I will tell you my story." They sat at the supper-board long, and Morag told The Story of Morag I was reared in the Spae-Woman's house with two other girls, Baun and Deelish, my foster-sisters. The Spae-Woman's house is on the top of a knowe, away from every place, and few ever came that way.
"Too little salt is in it for my taste," said my foster-sister Deelish. "It is as salt as the depths of the sea," said another of the Hags. "My respects to you, ma'am," said Baun, "but I do not taste any salt on it at all." My foster-sisters were so earnest that the Hags thought themselves mistaken, and they ate the whole dishful of porridge.
I have heard that she has been away and has come back." "How did she fare?" said the Queen. "We have not heard that," said the maiden who spoke. The Queen went to where Baun and Deelish were and from them she heard that Morag had been put into the Stone House on the charge that she had broken the King's dish when she had been in the Castle before.
He could remember his mother singing him to sleep by it, and the bright red of her lips as they framed the words: "Wan was her cheek which hung on my shoulder; Chill was her hand, no marble was colder; I felt that again I should never behold her; Savourneen deelish, signan O!" As the song trembled to a close, a slight burst of applause came from the cabin deck.
His heart responded to the beautiful as surely as the echo answers the call. He seized the guitar, and picking out the notes with clumsy, faltering fingers, sang: "Ah! The moment was sad when my love and I parted, Savourneen deelish, signan O!"
We asked for shelter. They showed us a big bed in the dormer-room, and they told us we could have supper when the porridge was boiled. The three Hags sat round the fire with their heads together. Baun and Deelish were in a corner plaiting their hair, but the Little Red Hen murmured that I was to listen to what the Hags said. "We will give them to Crom Duv in the morning" one said.
Without hap or mishap we came at last to the domain of the King of Senlabor. Baun went to sing for the King's foster-daughters, and Deelish went to work at the little loom in the King's chamber. We were not long at the court of the King of Senlabor when two youths came there from the court of the King of Ireland Dermott and Downal were their names.
Then I ran and I ran until I caught up with Baun and Deelish again. "Let her come with us this evening," said one to the other, "and to-morrow we'll find some way of getting rid of her." The night was drawing down now, and we had to look for a house that would give us shelter. We saw a hut far off the road and we went to the broken door. It was the house of the Hags of the Long Teeth.
No one of high degree was in the Castle, for all had gone to watch the young horses being broken in the meadow by the river; the King and Queen had gone, and the King's foster-daughters; and of the maids in the Castle, Baun and Deelish had gone too. The King's Councillor also had gone from the Castle.
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