Post by Senbecc on Oct 11, 2006 6:33:37 GMT -5
"Tell me, Diarmuid O'Duilne." She said, "Why does the heron cry?" "O Grania, princess of Tara, woman who never took a step right." Said Diarmaid, "The heron cries because he is frozen to the rocks, here am I with you Grania, you who are more beautiful than a tree in blossom, and I am frozen out and banished from my people. I am like a wild creature that is astray, far from home, hunted by those who were once my kin. Here I am with you Grania, of the beautiful hair, and your love is like the cold mist that rises and departs at the break of day."
"O Diarmuid." Said Grania, "My heart falls down when ever you come near. Each day is like the whole of my life when ever you are beside me, with my love for you growing like the leaves on the tree in the kind long heat of the day."
"You are a woman to fond of kind words," said Diarmuid. "When I did take you with me, you struck me for the sake of the Fomor."
Grania was silent...They walked on for a while until they came to a place where they could drink and rest.
"Would you like to eat now?" said Grania.
"Yes...I would eat now." said Diarmuid.
"The give me the knife so I can cut this bread and meat." she said.
"Look for the knife in the sheaf where you put it." said Dairmuid.
Grania looked and saw that the knife was still in his thigh where she had struck it. She was horrified and ashamed, and because he would not draw it out, she had to draw it out herself and the wound was dressed with her tears and laminations.
They returned to the cave, and spent the night there. On the next day when they departed, Dairmuid did not leave a loaf of unbroken bread as a token that he had kept his promise to Fionn. It was a broken loaf that he left behind him.
"O Diarmuid." Said Grania, "My heart falls down when ever you come near. Each day is like the whole of my life when ever you are beside me, with my love for you growing like the leaves on the tree in the kind long heat of the day."
"You are a woman to fond of kind words," said Diarmuid. "When I did take you with me, you struck me for the sake of the Fomor."
Grania was silent...They walked on for a while until they came to a place where they could drink and rest.
"Would you like to eat now?" said Grania.
"Yes...I would eat now." said Diarmuid.
"The give me the knife so I can cut this bread and meat." she said.
"Look for the knife in the sheaf where you put it." said Dairmuid.
Grania looked and saw that the knife was still in his thigh where she had struck it. She was horrified and ashamed, and because he would not draw it out, she had to draw it out herself and the wound was dressed with her tears and laminations.
They returned to the cave, and spent the night there. On the next day when they departed, Dairmuid did not leave a loaf of unbroken bread as a token that he had kept his promise to Fionn. It was a broken loaf that he left behind him.