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"There is a great meaning in this token amongst the youths and maidens of the Gael," said he. "I know that," answered Deirdre. Deirdre returned to Levarcam. "Thou hast gathered the flower," said Levarcam. "I have," she replied, "and death and life are one to me now, dear foster-mother." Naysi went away through the forest and there is nothing related concerning him till he reached Dun Usna.
Yet the son of Usna was by no means dismayed, only he flushed with wrath and scorn and he drew his sword and went on against the phantoms. In truth Naysi was at that moment passing through the zone of terror which the Ultonian Druids had shed around the dun where Deirdre was immured. The phantoms gave way before him and Naysi passed beyond the zone.
There was a watch-tower on one side of the dun and a man there sitting in the watchman's seat; a grianan on the other with windows of glass. The roof of the dun was covered all over with feathers of birds of various hues, and shone with a hundred colours. The doorway was the narrowest which Naysi had ever seen.
Fergus Mac Roy, when he heard that word, sat up with eyes bright- blazing in his head. Dearer to him than all the rest were those sons of Usna, namely Naysi, Anli, and Ardane, and dearest of the three was Naysi, who excelled all the youth of his time in beauty, valour, and accomplishments. "Bind that man!" cried Concobar. His voice rang terribly through the vast chamber.
Then when she recognised the comrade and playfellow of her vision, she smiled a friendly and affectionate greeting. On the other hand, Naysi came trembling and blushing. He bowed himself to the earth before her, and kissed the grass before her feet.
She towered above her aged companion, straight as a pillar of red yew in a king's house. So, unwitting, jocund, and innocent, fresh and pure as the morning, she paced over the green lawn, going in the direction of that youth, even Naysi, son of Usna the Ultonian.
"The abduction of the Beautiful Woman by Naysi, son of Usna.
"There is one youth only amongst the Red Branch," said Levarcam, "who answers to that description, namely Naysi, the son of Usna, who is the battle-prop of the Ultonians and the clear-shining torch of their valour, and what god or druid or power hath set that vision before thy mind, I cannot tell." "Would that I could see him with eyes and have speech with him," answered the girl.
One of them was old; she leaned upon her companion and in her right hand held a long white wand squared save in the middle where it was rounded for the hand grip, very long, unornamented, and unshod at either extremity. Naysi paid slight attention to her, though, as she was the first to come forth, he observed these things.
They remained together a long time in the glen and told each other all they knew and thought and felt, save one feeling untellable, happy beyond all power of language to express. When Deirdre rose to go, Naysi asked for some token and symbol of remembrance. As they went she gathered a rose and gave it to Naysi.
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