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Updated: May 26, 2025
I may have to try to write a little of it now and then, for there is some Irish that does not look like Irish when it is written in English, but I shall use as little of it after this as I can. Naggeneen is back by this time.
And how good her grandmother has always been to us; and her mother, when she was alive. I don't care if she sees everything we do; no one of us shall ever harm her or anyone that belongs to her." "You are right," the King said, "and it's ordered as you say." "And she's not to be blinded, then?" said Naggeneen. "She's not to be harmed," the King answered.
You was left in the place of a young man that was taken away once before, and when the tribe that you was with then wanted to talk to you they came to you, and we can do the same if we like, but I don't think we shall like." "That's just it," Naggeneen cried; "did you know about that time? This time would be just like it. Do you know how they drove me off?
Then they forgot that it was his fault that they had ever come here, but when he stopped playing they remembered it and hated him again. And Naggeneen laughed at them. He had a strange laugh, without a bit of merriment or good-humor in it. There was something sad in his laugh and something sour, but nothing that it was pleasant to hear. Then the spring began to come.
"'Not a foot will I go, says Guleesh, 'till I get the bull for the priest. You can go on and leave me here if you like, and you can stop for me when you come back. "Well, we had more talk about it, and then one of the others says: 'Sure, Naggeneen, we can't go without him and we can't get him to come with us, so we'll have to try to get the Pope's bull for him.
"King," said Naggeneen, speaking as boldly as if he were himself a greater king, "you can never prove that you're cleverer than men, for you're not cleverer. It was a poor, wasted, weak, and sorrowful country that we came from, and it's a rich, new, strong, and happy country that we've come to. There's the differ.
The fairies were simply cowering away from the King and Naggeneen and shivering and squealing with fright at the talk of handling iron and crossing running water. "Ah, Naggeneen," said the King, "you know we can't do all that. Tell us what we'll do at all." "There's nothing that you can do," said Naggeneen. "There's only one thing I know you can try, and I think that'll do no good either."
It was all well enough wid the rest cooks, maids, hostlers, stable boys but the first time ever a new butler went into that beautiful wine cellar for wine, back he'ld come in a hurry and say that he'ld lave his place the next day, and nothing on earth would keep him in it. Now, wasn't that strange?" "Did you say you lived in that cellar?" the King asked. "The most of the time," said Naggeneen.
To touch any iron at all would hurt a fairy more than it would hurt you to touch it when it was red hot. "But it's only a small place, anyway," said Naggeneen. "Look at the houses beyond there! There was nothing like them in Cork! And do you mind them strings of coaches, running along up in the air?" "I was takin' note of them," said the King; "sure it's the strange country!"
So now be as you were yourself and give us a tune to dance by. We was dancing when you came in, but it was no good music we had." "I'll not play any more," Naggeneen said; "that's all done too. But I have something more to tell you. Kathleen O'Brien can see us, whether we like it or not. Some fool of you must have given her the ointment when she was here, and now she has used it on her eyes.
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