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"Bose, the great Norse harper, could give on his harp the Gyarslager, or stroke of the sea gods, which produced mermaids' music." O'Curry's Lectures. The Fairy Tree of Dooros
But it chanced that this time they were in Dooros Wood they kept up the feasting and dancing so long, and were so full of joy because of their victory over the lake fairies, that one little, weeny fairy, not much bigger than my finger, lost his head, and dropped a berry in the wood.
"It is the tree of the fairy berry that grows in the Wood of Dooros," said the fairy, "and I have some of the berries with me." "Oh, you have, have you?" said the giant. "Let me see them." The fairy took three berries from the pocket of his little green coat, and gave them to the giant. The giant looked at them for a second.
"I have not any more," said Pinkeen; "but if you will guard the tree in Dooros Wood you can feast on them from morn till night." "I'll guard every tree in the wood, if I may do that," said the giant. "You'll have to guard only one," said Pinkeen. "How am I to get to it?" said Sharvan. "You must first come with me towards fairyland," said the fairy. "Very well," said Sharvan; "let us go."
When the giant spied the red cap of the little fairy he gave the shout that sounded like thunder. The poor fairy was shaking from head to foot. "What brought you here?" said the giant. "Please, Mr. Giant," said the fairy, "the king of the fairies banished me here, and here I must stay for ever and a day, unless you come and guard the fairy tree in Dooros Wood."
When the fairies heard this they tossed their little red caps in the air, and cheered so loudly that a bee who was clinging to a rose-bud fell senseless to the ground. Then the king ordered one of his pages to take a handful of berries, and to go to Sharvan and show him the way to Dooros Wood.
But it chanced that this time they were in Dooros Wood they kept up the feasting and dancing so long, and were so full of joy because of their victory over the lake fairies, that one little, weeny fairy, not much bigger than my finger, lost his head, and dropped a berry in the wood.
A great wedding was about to come off, and the queen of the fairies sent six of her pages to Dooros Wood to catch fifty butterflies with golden spots on their purple wings, and fifty white without speck or spot, and fifty golden, yellow as the cowslip, to make a dress for herself, and a hundred white, without speck or spot, to make dresses for the bride and bridesmaids.
A great wedding was about to come off, and the queen of the fairies sent six of her pages to Dooros Wood to catch fifty butterflies with golden spots on their purple wings, and fifty white without speck or spot, and fifty golden, yellow as the cowslip, to make a dress for herself, and a hundred white, without speck or spot, to make dresses for the bride and bridesmaids.
And that night, when they were sitting down by the fire together, you may be sure that in the whole world no people were half as happy as Nora, Connla, and the little mother. Once upon a time the fairies of the west, going home from a hurling-match with the fairies of the lakes, rested in Dooros Wood for three days and three nights.
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