To her eye and to the eye of her maid the world was as it always had been,and the landmarks they knew were about them.But the object for which they were travelling was different,although unknown,and the people they passed on the roads were unknown,and were yet people that they knew.
They set out southwards from Tara into the Duffry of Leinster,and after some time they came into wild country and went astray.
At last Becfola halted,saying:
"I do not know where we are."
The maid replied that she also did not know.
"Yet,"said Becfola,"if we continue to walk straight on we shall arrive somewhere."They went on,and the maid watered the road with her tears.
Night drew on them;a grey chill,a grey silence,and they were enveloped in that chill and silence;and they began to go in expectation and terror,for they both knew and did not know that which they were bound for.
As they toiled desolately up the rustling and whispering side of a low hill the maid chanced to look back,and when she looked back she screamed and pointed,and clung to Becfola's arm.
Becfola followed the pointing finger,and saw below a large black mass that moved jerkily forward.
"Wolves!"cried the maid."Run to the trees yonder,"her mistress ordered."We will climb them and sit among the branches."They ran then,the maid moaning and lamenting all the while.
"I cannot climb a tree,"she sobbed,"I shall be eaten by the wolves."And that was true.
But her mistress climbed a tree,and drew by a hand's breadth from the rap and snap and slaver of those steel jaws.Then,sitting on a branch,she looked with angry woe at the straining and snarling horde below,seeing many a white fang in those grinning jowls,and the smouldering,red blink of those leaping and prowling eyes.
CHAPTER III
But after some time the moon arose and the wolves went away,for their leader,a sagacious and crafty chief,declared that as long as they remained where they were,the lady would remain where she was;and so,with a hearty curse on trees,the troop departed.
Becfola had pains in her legs from the way she had wrapped them about the branch,but there was no part of her that did not ache,for a lady does not sit with any ease upon a tree.
For some time she did not care to come down from the branch.
"Those wolves may return,"she said,"for their chief is crafty and sagacious,and it is certain,from the look I caught in his eye as he departed,that he would rather taste of me than cat any woman he has met."She looked carefully in every direction to see if ane might discover them in hiding;she looked closely and lingeringly at the shadows under distant trees to see if these shadows moved;and she listened on every wind to try if she could distinguish a yap or a yawn or a sneeze.But she saw or heard nothing;and little by little tranquillity crept into her mind,and she began to consider that a danger which is past is a danger that may be neglected.
Yet ere she descended she looked again on the world of jet and silver that dozed about her,and she spied a red glimmer among distant trees.
"There is no danger where there is light,"she said,and she thereupon came from the tree and ran in the direction that she had noted.
In a spot between three great oaks she came upon a man who was roasting a wild boar over a fire.She saluted this youth and sat beside him.But after the first glance and greeting he did not look at her again,nor did he speak.
When the boar was cooked he ate of it and she had her share.Then he arose from the fire and walked away among the trees.Becfola followed,feeling ruefully that something new to her experience had arrived;"for,"she thought,"it is usual that young men should not speak to me now that I am the mate of a king,but it is very unusual that young men should not look at me."But if the young man did not look at her she looked well at him,and what she saw pleased her so much that she had no time for further cogitation.For if Crimthann had been beautiful,this youth was ten times more beautiful.The curls on Crimthann's head had been indeed as a benediction to the queen's eye,so that she had eaten the better and slept the sounder for seeing him.But the sight of this youth left her without the desire to eat,and,as for sleep,she dreaded it,for if she closed an eye she would be robbed of the one delight in time,which was to look at this young man,and not to cease looking at him while her eye could peer or her head could remain upright.
They came to an inlet of the sea all sweet and calm under the round,silver-flooding moon,and the young man,with Becfola treading on his heel,stepped into a boat and rowed to a high-jutting,pleasant island.There they went inland towards a vast palace,in which there was no person but themselves alone,and there the young man went to sleep,while Becfola sat staring at him until the unavoidable peace pressed down her eyelids and she too slumbered.
She was awakened in the morning by a great shout.
"Come out,Flann,come out,my heart!"
The young man leaped from his couch,girded on his harness,and strode out.Three young men met him,each in battle harness,and these four advanced to meet four other men who awaited them at a little distance on the lawn.Then these two sets of four fought togethor with every warlike courtesy but with every warlike severity,and at the end of that combat there was but one man standing,and the other seven lay tossed in death.
Becfola spoke to the youth.
"Your combat has indeed been gallant,"she said.
"Alas,"he replied,"if it has been a gallant deed it has not been a good one,for my three brothers are dead and my four nephews are dead.""Ah me!"cried Becfola,"why did you fight that fight?""For the lordship of this island,the Isle of Fedach,son of Dali."But,although Becfola was moved and horrified by this battle,it was in another direction that her interest lay;therefore she soon asked the question which lay next her heart: