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And in a little time Caitilin Ni Murrachu went with her companion across the brow of the hill, and she did not go with him because she had understood his words, nor because he was naked and unashamed, but only because his need of her was very great, and, therefore, she loved him, and stayed his feet in the way, and was concerned lest he should stumble.
Thus Angus Og sang in the cave, and ere he had ceased Caitilin Ni Murrachu withdrew herself from the arms of her desires. But so strong was the hold of Pan upon her that when she was free her body bore the marks of his grip, and many days passed away before these marks faded.
So Caitilin Ni Murrachu arose and went with him through the fields, and she did not go with him because of love, nor because his words had been understood by her, but only because he was naked and unashamed. IT was on account of his daughter that Meehawl MacMurrachu had come to visit the Philosopher.
"The greatest thing in the world," said Angus Og, "is the Divine Imagination." "Now," said Pan, "we know all the greatest things and we can talk of them." "The daughter of Murrachu," continued Angus Og, "has told us what you think and what her father thinks, but she has not told us what she thinks herself. Tell us, Caitilin Ni Murrachu, what you think is the greatest thing in the world."
"What have you come here for, little children?" said he. The children questioned one another with their eyes to see which of them would reply, and then Seumas Beg answered: "My father sent me to see you, sir, and to say that you were not doing a good thing in keeping Caitilin Ni Murrachu away from her own place."
"Daughter of Murrachu," said Angus Og, "will you come away with me from this place?" Caitilin then looked at the god in great distress. "I do not know what to do," said she. "Why do you both want me? I have given myself to Pan, and his arms are about me." "I want you," said Angus Og, "because the world has forgotten me. In all my nation there is no remembrance of me.
In a short time he came to the rough, heather-clumped field wherein the children had found Pan, and as he was proceeding up the hill, he saw Caitilin Ni Murrachu walking a little way in front with a small vessel in her hand.
About his head there flew perpetually a ring of singing birds, and when he spoke his voice came sweetly from a centre of sweetness. "Health to you, daughter of Murrachu," said he, and he sat down. "I do not know you, sir," the terrified girl whispered. "I cannot be known until I make myself known," he replied. "I am called Infinite Joy, O daughter of Murrachu, and I am called Love."
CAITILIN NI MURRACHU sat alone in the Brugh of Angus much as she had sat on the hillside and in the cave of Pan, and again she was thinking. She was happy now. There was nothing more she could desire, for all that the earth contained or the mind could describe was hers. Her thoughts were no longer those shy, subterranean gropings which elude the hand and the understanding.
At a very short distance the cleft turned again to the right, and here there was another torch fixed. When he turned this corner he stood for an instant in speechless astonishment, and then he covered his face and bowed down upon the ground. CAITILIN NI MURRACHU was sitting alone in the little cave behind Gort na Cloca Mora.
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