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Updated: May 26, 2025
He had his hands in the pockets of his little green breeches, he wore a red jacket, and on his head was a red cap. He came slowly up the hall, when the King called him, and stood before the throne. "Take off your cap, ye worthless vagabone," said the King, "when you speak to me." "I wasn't spakin' to you," said Naggeneen; "it was you that spoke to me.
Maybe it's something to do with them things Naggeneen was always talking about our having no souls " "Don't be talking about Naggeneen," said the Queen, "and me not well at all." Then she was silent for a little while and then she went on talking about Naggeneen herself. "Are you sorry he left us?" "Who?" said the King. "Naggeneen," said the Queen. "I'm not sorry," said the King.
And Naggeneen turned on his heel and walked off, as if he thought the King a poor creature that was not worth talking to. The King had no more courage left in him than if he had been talking to the King of All Ireland instead of to Naggeneen. "Naggeneen," he cried, "come back and tell us something better nor all this.
And after that my friend the King here let me come and live in the rath, just for company not that I belong to his little tribe at all." "And now you see," said the King of All Ireland, turning from Naggeneen to the King of the rath, "what trouble comes to you from taking those into your rath that have no right there. He's sending people out of Ireland that might be of use to you and to all of us.
"But there must be some way. Tell us what to do, Naggeneen," the King pleaded. "I'll tell you what to do, then," said Naggeneen; "send out your people and let them learn the ways of men.
"What's the plan, then, at all?" the King asked. "You know well," said Naggeneen, "that your people can find out nothing by going out and watching what men do. Now, what you want is to get a human child here, or maybe two of them, and keep them and let them grow up with you here, and then send them out to learn everything that men do, and come back and teach it to your people.
But it's crazy you are to try all ways, and I have to be telling you the ways to try. Go on and do it, if it divarts you." "And where'll we get the human child at all?" the Queen asked. "Sure then," said Naggeneen, "and haven't you heard the news? Why, there's a baby at the Sullivans' since this morning, and one at the O'Briens' since this afternoon.
At last the King said: "How long was all this ago, Naggeneen?" "Many years," Naggeneen answered; "I couldn't be counting how many." "Then what is it to you now?" said the King. "Sure they're both dead long ago, and here are you as sound as ever." "Yes," Naggeneen cried, "as sound as ever and as sound as I'll ever be. They're not dead. They had souls.
"But what is it?" said the King. "We'll try it, anyway." "It's not the time to try it yet," Naggeneen answered. "When the time comes I'll tell you." "Then, Naggeneen," said the King, "give us a tune out of the fiddle." And Naggeneen took the fiddle and played. But there was no merriment in it now.
'Who are ye, anyway, and what are ye doin' there? "'Sure, your honor, says I, 'a'n't we goin' to move to-morrow, and it's not the likes of a kind man like you that would be wishin' to lave poor little Naggeneen behind. "'Is that the way of it? says MacCarthy. 'Well, if you're agoin' to move wid us, I see no use in movin' at all.
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