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Updated: July 4, 2025
The cattle that were in the courtyard went into the byre one by one as they were called by the voice of the byre-maid. Crom Duv still slept. By and by a little red hen that was picking about the courtyard came near him and holding up her head looked Flann all over. When the last cow had gone in and the last stream of milk had sounded in the milking-vessel the byre-maid came into the courtyard.
"No," said Flann, "it does not tell us how to get the berries off the tree the cats guard." The next day Morag gave grains to the Little Red Hen and begged for words.
They put green branches on the fire so that Crom Duv would see the smoke and come to the house. In the morning he came. He brought Flann outside, and after awhile Flann's senses came back to him. Then the Giant tied a rope round his arms and drove him before him with a long iron spike that he had for a staff.
Some said she was beautiful, but others answered that her lips were thin, and her eyes were mocking. No other maidens came for fire. Flann stood before the one that still blazed, and thought and thought. The King's Son asked many if they had knowledge of the Unique Tale, but no one had heard of it.
Then Rory climbed up on the bank where Flann was, and the skin, all green and wrinkled, sank down into the water. Rory was going to turn tail, but then he recognized Flann. "Master," said he, and he licked the dust on the ground. "What are you doing here, Rory?" said Flann. "I won't mind telling you if you promise to tell no other creature," said Rory. "I won't tell," said Flann.
"He will make you help to build his wall. Crom Duv goes out every morning to bring his cattle to pasture on the plain. And when he comes back he builds the wall round his house. He'll make you mix mortar and carry it to him, for I heard him say he wants a servant to do that." "I'll escape from this," said Flann, "and I'll bring you with me."
The cock is aloft with his crest: The barn-owl comes from her quest She fixes an eye upon me And frightens away my rest When sleep would settle on me Like the wild bird down on its nest. Flann watched all the Little Red Hen did. He saw her put her head on one side and look down for a while at a certain herb that grew near the ground. Flann plucked that herb and brought it to Morag.
They left the Spae-Woman and went through the town, the King of Ireland's Son searching every place for a man he knew or a horse he had mounted before, while Flann thought about the Princess Flame-of-Wine, and how little she considered him beside the King's Son and Dermott and Downal. They came to where a crowd was standing before a conjurer's booth.
The maiden who would wear it would look the most queenly woman in the Kingdom. But I won't show that either." "What else have you, Mogue?" "A girdle. The woman who wears it would have to speak the truth." The Town of Flann thought he would do much to get the Rose of Sweet Smells or the Comb of Magnificence and bring them as presents to the Princess Flame-of-Wine.
"Who's within?" said Flann. "The Three Hags of the Long Teeth," said one of the Hags, "and if you want to know it," said she, "they are the runners and summoners, the brewers and candle-makers for Crom Duv, the Giant." Flann struck a heavier blow with the knocking-stone and the door broke in. He stepped into the smoke-filled house.
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