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And noo, laddie, duv ye think there's ony likliheid that yer father 's still i' the body? I dream aboot him whiles sae lifelike that I canna believe him deid. 'Weel, grannie, I haena the least assurance. But I hae the mair houp. Wad ye ken him gin ye saw him? 'Ken him! she cried; 'I wad ken him gin he had been no to say four, but forty days i' the sepulchre! My ain Anerew!
"What are these for, Crom Duv?" said Flann. "To mix the mortar with, gilly," said the Giant. "Bullock's blood and new milk is what I mix my mortar with, so that nothing can break down the walls that I'm building round the Fairy Rowan Tree. Every day I kill a bullock and every day my byre-maid fills a vessel of milk to mix with my mortar. Set to now, and mix the mortar for me."
He is a timid fellow as the Little Red Hen said, and he hopes that the sight of his big black horse and the sound of its trampling and panting as he rides by will frighten people out of his way, for he has a great fear of being seen. The next day the Little Red Hen stayed in the courtyard until Crom Duv left with his herd. Flann followed her.
He saw then over Duv Laca's shoulder a little black-faced, tufty-headed cleric leaning against the door-post inside the room. "What are you doing there?" said Mongan. "What are you doing there yourself?" said the little black-faced cleric. "Indeed, I have a right to be in my own house," said Mongan. "Indeed I do not agree with you," said the cleric. "Where ought I be, then?" said Mongan.
Frank regarded him with a quiet smile, as he said, "Look again, Bryan. Saw you ever a crow with antlers?" "Anthlers!" exclaimed the Irishman, once more wrinkling up his expressive face, and peering under his palm; "anthlers, say you? Sorra a thing duv I see 'xcept a black spot on the sky. If ye see anthlers on it, ye're nothin' more nor less than a walkin' spy-glass."
It was while he was in this condition of glee and expansion that the Flame Lady put her arms about his neck and begged he would tell her the story of Duv Laca, and, being boisterous then and full of good spirits, he agreed to her request, and he prepared to tell the tale.
"Cut of his head with the sword that he threatened us with," said another. "No," said the third Hag. "Crom Duv the Giant is in want of a servant. Let him take this fellow. Then maybe the Giant will give us what he has promised us for so long a Berry to each of us from the Fairy Rowan Tree that grows in his courtyard." "Let it be, let it be," said the other Hags.
"I love you madly and dearly, and with all my faculties and members." "That is the way! love you," said Duv Laca. "We shall have a notable year of courtship and joy. And let us go now," she continued, "for I am impatient to be with you." "Alas!" said Branduv, as he followed her. "Alas, alas!" said the King of Leinster.
Morag came in, bringing a great dish of porridge. Crom Duv took up a wooden spoon and ate porridge out of vessel after vessel of milk. Then he shouted for his beer and Morag brought him vessel after vessel of beer. Crom Duv emptied one after the other..Then he shouted for his knife and when Morag brought it he began to sharpen it, singing a queer song to himself.
Beyond the wood there were buildings such walls and such heaps of stones Flann never saw before. But before they had entered the wood they had come to a high grassy mound. And standing on that grassy mound was the most tremendous bull that Flann had ever seen. "What bull is that, Giant?" said Flann. "My own bull," said Crom Duv, "the Bull of the Mound. Look back at him, little fellow.
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