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Updated: June 4, 2025
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.
Mogue spent his time with the ballad-singers and the story-tellers around the market-stake, and when he came back to his tent he wanted to drink ale and go to sleep, but Flann turned him from the ale-pot by saying to him, "I want the Comb of Magnificence from you, Mogue." "By my skin," said Mogue, "it's my blood you'll want next, my lad."
"You crossed the moat," said Morag, "then why did you come back?" "I came back," said Flann, "to bring you with me." "But," said she, "I cannot leave Crom Duv's house." "I'll show you how to cross the moat," said he, "and we'll both be glad to be going by the moving river." Tears came into Morag's eyes.
She wore a mask across her face, but her brow and mouth and chin were shown. The youths saluted her, and she bent her head to them. One of the women who had brought birds to the Fair followed her, bringing a cage. Flame-of-Wine talked to this woman in a strange language. Although she talked to the woman, Flann saw that she watched his three companions.
"Hush," said Morag, and she pointed to seven yellow cats that were standing at Crom Duv's door, watching them. "The cats," said she, "are Crom Duv's watchers here and the Bull of the Mound is his watcher out-side." "And is this Little Red Hen a watcher too?" said Flann, for the Little Red Hen was watching them sideways.
"It is true," Becfola replied, and she became suddenly to the king's eye a whiteness and a stare. He pointed to the door. "Go to your engagement," he stammered. "Go to that Flann." "He is waiting for me," said Becfola with proud shame, "and the thought that he should wait wrings my heart." She went out from the palace then.
And the twenty-four yellow cats sat round and watched with burning eyes the appearances of birds that Morag made on the byre-wall. Flann looked back and saw her seated on a stone, and he thought the Byre-Maid looked lonesome. He tried with all his activity, all his cunning and all his strength, and at last he climbed the wall at the back of Crom Duv's house.
They were tall and ruddy; the King's Son was more brown in the hair and more hawk-like in the face: the three were different from the dark-haired, dark-eyed, red-lipped lad to whom the Old Woman of Beare had given the name of Flann. No one had seen the King who lived in the Red Castle, Dermott and Downal told the other two.
Give her this gift from me when you have welcomed her." "That I will do, Morag, my heart," said Flann. The Spae-Woman came in and kissed Morag good-by and said the charm for a journey over her. May my Silver- Shielded Magian Shed all lights Across your path. Then Morag put the Little Red Hen under her arm and started out.
"By the Hazel! that's what I like to hear you say. Join me then. You and me would do well together." "I won't join you," said Flann. "I'd rather have you with me than the whole of the band. What were they anyway? Cabbage-heads!" Mogue winked with his protruding eye. "Wait till you see me again," said he. "I've the grandest things in my pack." He went on leading the little horse.
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