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"'Ask her, said the Spae-Woman, 'for seven drops of her heart's blood she can give them and live so that the spell may be taken from the seven wild geese and the mother who longs for you may be at peace again. This was the message the Spae-Woman told me to give Flame-of-Wine. And though I had given her wonderful gifts she laughed at me when I took it to her.
"Oh, Morag, my daughter Morag," cried the Spae-Woman, "there are signs on the clothes there are signs on the clothes!" After a while she ceased crying and clapping her hands and came up from the stream. She showed Morag that in all the shifts and dimities she washed for her, a hole came just above where her heart would be.
And by the way she laughed I knew she was hard of heart." "Yet seven drops of heart's blood are hard to give," said Morag sadly. "But the maiden who loves can give them," said the Spae-Woman who was behind. "It is true, foster-mother," said Morag. That evening Morag said, "To-morrow I must pre-pare for my journey to the Queen of Senlabor. You, Flann, may not come with me.
"If he sees one he knows in this town," said the Gobaun Saor, "let him mount a horse he has mounted before and pursue that one and force him to tell what went before and what comes after the Unique Tale." Saying this the Gobaun Saor turned away and walked along the road that went out of the town. The Spae-Woman had brought besoms to the town to sell.
The thread she had spun became bog-down and was blown away. For days she wept and wept. Then the Spae-Woman said to her, "Commit the child you have lost to Diachbha that is, to Destiny and Diachbha may bring it about that he shall be the one that will restore your seven brothers their human forms.
The thanks that was due to the Spae-Woman, she said she would give by her treatment of the maid who had given the token to her son Flann. And she prayed that Morag would soon come to the King's Castle. She went with her three brothers to the place where Flann and the King of Ireland's Son, Fedelma and Gilveen waited for them.
Well, he started off in the morning bright and early, leaving good health with the Spae-Woman behind him, and away he went, crossing high hills, passing low dales, and keeping on his way without halt or rest, the clear day going and the dark night coming, taking lodgings each evening wherever he found them, and at last he came to the house of the Old Woman of Beare.
Now when he rode up to the house, he had a pig's foot to his mouth and was eating. He got down off the bob-tailed, big-headed, spavined and spotted horse, and came in. "I heard there was a young fellow at your house and I want him to take service with me," said he to the Spae-Woman. "If the bargain is a good one I'll take service with you," said Gilly. "All right, my lad," said the Churl.
In the morning the Little Sage of the Mountain took them down the hillside to the place where Fedelma and the King's Son would get a horse to ride to the Spae-Woman's house. The Little Sage told them from what people the Spae-Woman came and why she lived amongst the poor and foolish without name or splendor or riches. And that, too, was a wonderful story.
So the King of Ireland's Son and Flann, Fedelma and Gilveen bade good-by to the Queen, to the Spae-Woman and to the Spae-Woman's house, and started their journey towards the King's Castle with MacStairn the Woodman who walked beside their horses, a big axe in his hands.
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