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But she knew she would have to gather the bog-down, spin the threads and weave them all over again, as her tears and cries had broken her task. She told her story to the Spae-Woman. Then she went into silence again, gathering the bog-down and spinning the thread. But when the first thread was spun the memory of her child blew against her heart and she cried tears down.
She covered them with kisses and watered them with tears, and dried them with cloths silken and with the hair of her head. Flann told the Spae-Woman all his adventures. And when he had told her all he said "What Queen is my mother, O my fosterer?" "Your mother," said the Spae-Woman, "is Caintigern, the Queen of the King of Ireland." "And is my mother then not Sheen whose story has been told me?"
The Spae-Woman's old goat was standing in the yard, and its horns went down and its beard touched its knees and it looked at the Little Red Hen. Then the Little Red Hen flew up on its back. "We're here again, here again," said the Little Red Hen. And then the Spae-Woman came to the door and saw who the comers were.
Flann gave his mother a token which had been given him by a young woman. The token was a handkerchief and it held seven drops of heart's blood. The Spae-Woman told the Queen that these seven drops would disenchant her brothers who had been changed from their own forms into the forms of seven wild geese.
They left the Spae-Woman and went through the town, the King of Ireland's Son searching every place for a man he knew or a horse he had mounted before, while Flann thought about the Princess Flame-of-Wine, and how little she considered him beside the King's Son and Dermott and Downal. They came to where a crowd was standing before a conjurer's booth.
He did work for the Spae-Woman fixed her fences and repaired her barn and brought brosna for her fire every evening from the wood. At night, before he went to sleep, the Spae-Woman used to tell him her dreams of the night before and tell him about the people who had come to her house to have their fortunes told.
And before she gives it to you, you must tell her and whoever else is in her house as much as you know of the Unique Tale." "But I know nothing at all of the Unique Tale," said Gilly of the Goatskin. "There is always a blank before a beginning," said the Spae-Woman. "This evening, when I am grinding the corn at the quern I shall tell you the Unique Tale."
"What is the secret?" said the Queen, laying her hands suddenly upon Gilveen's shoulders. "That I am his wife to be," said Gilveen. The Queen went to her son and said, "Dost thou not remember Morag, Flann, who gave the token that thou gavest me?" And Flann said, "Morag! I think the Spae-Woman spoke of her name in a story." "I am Flann's wife to be," said Gilveen, smiling in his face.
"There is one thing more I want from you, Mogue," said Flann. "By the Eye of Balor! you're a cuckoo in my nest. What do you want now?" "The Girdle of Truth." "Is it my last treasure you'd be taking on me?" "The Spae-Woman bid me tell you that you're to give me the Girdle of Truth." "It's a pity of me, it's a pity of me," said Mogue.
He mended her fences and he cleaned her spring-well; he ground her corn and he brought back her swarm of bees; he trained a dog to chase the crows out of her field; he had the ass shod, the sheep washed and the goat spancelled. The Spae-Woman was much beholden to him for all he did for her, and one day she said to him, "Gilly of the Goat-skin you are called, but another name is due to you now."
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