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"It will never wither, and its fragrance will never fail," said Flann. "It is the Rose of Sweet Smells. A King's daughter should have it." Flame-of-Wine held the rose in her hand, and smiled on Flann. "What is your name, King's Son?" said she, with bright and friendly eyes. "Flann," he said. "Walk with me, Flann," said she.
She may love you and yet refuse to give you the seven drops from her heart. But tell her of this, and hear what she will say." Flann left the Spae-Woman's and went back to Mogue's tent. The loss of his treasures had overcome Mogue and he was drinking steadily and went from one bad temper to another. "Begin your service now by watching the tent while I sleep," said he.
"Mogue," said Flann, "what are you doing in the Town of the Red Castle?" "I'm here to sell a few things," said Mogue, "this little horse," said he, "and a few things I have in my pack." "And where are your friends?" asked Flann. "My band, do you mean?" said Mogue. "Sure, they all left me when you proved you were the better robber. What are you doing here?" "I have no business at all," said Flann.
Flann gave his mother a token which had been given him by a young woman. The token was a handkerchief and it held seven drops of heart's blood. The Spae-Woman told the Queen that these seven drops would disenchant her brothers who had been changed from their own forms into the forms of seven wild geese.
If one of the twenty-four yellow cats looked at her the Little Red Hen would waken up, murmur something, and hop away. One day the cattle came home without Crom Duv. "He has gone on one of his journeys," said Morag, "and will not be back for a night and a day." "Then it is time for me to make my escape," said Flann. "How can you make your escape, my dear, my dear?" said Morag.
Take the Comb of Magnificence, and loosen the girdle." She threw the comb down on the ground. He took up the Rose of Sweet Smells and the Comb of Magnificence and he took the girdle off her waist. "Oh, what a terrible thing I put round my waist," said Flame-of-Wine. "Take it away, Flann, take it away.
"I will serve you for two years if you will give it to me," said Flann. "No," said Mogue. "I will serve you for three years if you will give it to me," said Flann. "I will give it to you if you will serve me for three years." Thereupon Mogue opened his pack and took the box out. He opened it and put the Rose of Sweet Smells into Flann's hand. At once Flann started off for the King's orchard.
"Do you tell me the truth now," said Flann. "The truth, the truth," said she, "of course I tell you the truth. Oh, and there are other truths. I shall be ashamed forever if I tell them. Oh, oh. They are rising to my tongue, and every time I press them back this girdle tightens and tightens until I think it will kill me." "Farewell, then, Flame-of-Wine." "Take off the girdle, take off the girdle!
Then the first Hag bent her knee to him, and, said she, "Loosen the hearthstone with your sword and you will find a token that will let you know who your father was." Flann put his sword under the hearthstone and pried it up. But if it were a token, what was under the hearthstone was an evil thing a cockatrice. It had been hatched out of a serpent's egg by a black cock of nine years.
"There is one thing more I want from you, Mogue," said Flann. "By the Eye of Balor! you're a cuckoo in my nest. What do you want now?" "The Girdle of Truth." "Is it my last treasure you'd be taking on me?" "The Spae-Woman bid me tell you that you're to give me the Girdle of Truth." "It's a pity of me, it's a pity of me," said Mogue.
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