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Updated: July 1, 2025
Then he saw a little room lighted with candles, and he saw a young woman looking at herself in the glass. Her back was towards him and her hair was the same as Fedelma's. But when the young woman turned round he saw she was not Fedelma. She was little, and she had a face that was brown and tight like a nut.
"Tuck yourself into it now and be ready for your first task at the rising of the sun." The King of Ireland's Son went into the little tank. He was uncomfortable there you may be sure. But in the middle of the night Fedelma came and brought him into a fine room where he ate and then slept until the sun was about to rise in the morning.
"Yes, my wife to be," said Flann. Then the King welcomed Gilveen too, and they all went into the Castle. He told his wife he had messages from the King of Senlabor about his other sons Dermott and Downal, saying that they were making good names for themselves, and that everything they did was becoming to sons of Kings. In the hall Fedelma saw Aefa her other sister.
Je went into the tank. He knew that he had not long to wait before the sun would rise and the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands would come to him and give him the third and the most difficult of the three tasks. And he thought that Fedelma was surely shut away from him and that she would not be able to help him that day.
He was tired with his day's journey after Whitefoot the Fawn. It was his hope that Fedelma would come to him and give him shelter for that night.
Now would you," said he to the King of Ireland's Son, "take this spade in your hand and go into the garden and dig my potatoes for me? And would you," said he to Fedelma, "sit down at the quern-stone and grind the wheat for me?"
And now good-by to you. You will be in danger, but I will try to help you. Fedelma is my name." She rose up as a swan and flew away. The blue falcon went flying from bush to bush and from rock to rock. The night came, but in the morning the blue falcon was seen again. The King's Son followed, and at last he saw a house before him.
"To-morrow's dawn I shall go back," said the King of Ireland's Son, "and go through the fifth and sixth and seventh gate and take away Fedelma." "If the King of the Land of Mist lets you," said the Glashan. "He is dead," said the King of Ireland's Son, "I thrust my sword through his breast." "And where is his head?" said the Glashan. "It is on his corpse," said the King of Ireland's Son.
Then the King of the Land of Mist took up the King of Ireland's Son. High he held him higher than a tree grows. "I will dash him down on the rocks and break the life within him," said he. "Do not so," said Fedelma. "Tell me. If I go with you what would win me back?" "Nothing but the sword whose stroke would slay me the Sword of Light," said the King of the Land of Mist.
"If I do not break the life in him will you come with me, Fedelma?" "I will go with you if you tell again what will win me back from you." "The Sword of Light whose stroke will slay me." "I will go with you if you swear by all your vows and promises not to make me your wife nor your sweetheart for a year and a day."
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