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Salmon were coming from the sea and the Glashan went in and caught more, The King of the Land of Mist 239 broiled and gave them to the King of Ireland's Son and Fedelma to eat. The little black water-hen came out of the river and they fed it. The next day the King of Ireland's Son bade the Glashan take Fedelma on his shoulders and carry her to the other shore of the River of the Broken Towers.
"The Glashan will carry you across the River of the Broken Towers to the shore of the Land of Mist," the Gobaun Saor had said to the King of Ireland's Son. And now he was at the River of the Broken Towers but the Glashan-creature was not to be seen. Then he saw the Glashan. He was leaning his back against one of the Towers and smoking a short pipe. The water of the river was up to his knees.
So broad was the river that they were traveling across it all day. The Glashan threw the King's Son in once when he stooped to pick up an eel. Said the King of Ireland's Son, "What way is the Castle of the King of the Land of Mist guarded, Glashan?" "It has seven gates," said the Glashan. "And how are the gates guarded?" "I'm tired," said the Glashan, "and I can't talk."
To-morrow I shall take Fedelma out of her captivity, and we will both leave the Land of Mist. But I must sleep now." He laid the Sword of Light beside him, stretched himself on the ground and went to sleep. The Glashan drew his horse's legs under him, took the pipe out of his ear, and smoked all through the night.
Another creature of the same kind is a mischievous spirit, a Goblin or Brownie, who is called in the Manx language, the Glashan, and who appears under various names in Highland stories: sometimes as a hairy man, and sometimes as a water- horse turned into a man. He usually attacks lonely women, who outwit him, and throw hot peats or scalding water at him, and then he flies off howling.
"Take me on your big shoulders, Glashan," said the King of Ireland's Son, "and carry me across to the shore of the Land of Mist." "Not carrying any more across," said the Glashan. The King of Ireland's Son drew the Sword of Light and flashed it. "Oh, if you have that, you'll have to be carried across," said the Glashan. "But wait until I rest myself."
The King of Ireland's Son mounted his shoulders and laid hold of his thick mane. Then the Glashan put his horse's legs into the water and started to cross the River of the Broken Towers. "The Land of Mist has a King," said the Glashan, when they were in the middle of the river. "That, Glashan, I know," said the King of Ireland's Son. "All right," said the Glashan.
Still they went on, and just at the screech of the day they came to the other shore of the River of the Broken Towers. The King of Ireland's Son sprang from the shoulders of the Glashan and went into the mist. He came to where turrets and pinnacles appeared above the mist. He climbed the rock upon which the Castle was built.
"What did you do that you should rest?" said the King of Ireland's Son. "Take me on your shoulders and start off." "Musha," said the Glashan, "aren't you very anxious to lose your life?" "Take me on your shoulders." "Well, come then. You're not the first living dead man I carried across." The Glashan put his pipe into his ear.
And as for Fedelma and the King of Ireland's Son, they went through the courtyards of the Castle and through the mists of the country and down to the River of the Broken Towers. They found the Glashan broiling a salmon upon hot stones.
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