The Adventures of
Covan the Brown-Haired
On the shores of the
west, where the great hills stand with their feet in the sea, dwelt a goatherd
and his wife, together with their three sons and one daughter. All day long the
young men fished and hunted, while their sister took out the kids to pasture on
the mountain, or stayed at home helping her mother and mending the nets.
For several years
they all lived happily together, when one day, as the girl was out on the hill
with the kids, the sun grew dark and an air cold as a thick white mist came
creeping, creeping up from the sea. She rose with a shiver, and tried to call
to her kids, but the voice died away in her throat, and strong arms seemed to
hold her.
Loud were the wails
in the hut by the sea when the hours passed on and the maiden came not. Many
times the father and brothers jumped up, thinking they heard her steps, but in
the thick darkness they could scarcely see their own hands, nor could they tell
where the river lay, nor where the mountain. One by one the kids came home, and
at every bleat someone hurried to open the door, but no sound broke the
stillness. Through the night no one slept, and when morning broke and the mist
rolled back, they sought the maiden by sea and by land, but never a trace of
her could be found anywhere.
Thus a year and a
day slipped by, and at the end of it Gorla of the Flocks and his wife seemed
suddenly to have grown old. Their sons too were sadder than before, for they
loved their sister well, and had never ceased to mourn for her. At length Ardan
the eldest spoke and said:
'It is now a year
and a day since our sister was taken from us, and we have waited in grief and
patience for her to return. Surely some evil has befallen her, or she would
have sent us a token to put our hearts at rest; and I have vowed to myself that
my eyes shall not know sleep till, living or dead, I have found her.'
'If you have vowed,
then must you keep your vow,' answered Gorla. 'But better had it been if you
had first asked your father's leave before you made it. Yet, since it is so,
your mother will bake you a cake for you to carry with you on your journey. Who
can tell how long it may be?'
So the mother arose
and baked not one cake but two, a big one and a little one.
'Choose, my son,'
said she. 'Will you have the little cake with your mother's blessing, or the
big one without it, in that you have set aside your father and taken on
yourself to make a vow?'
'I will have the
large cake,' answered the youth; 'for what good would my mother's blessing do
for me if I was dying of hunger?' And taking the big cake he went his way.
Straight on he
strode, letting neither hill nor river hinder him. Swiftly he walked-- swiftly
as the wind that blew down the mountain. The eagles and the gulls looked on
from their nests as he passed, leaving the deer behind him; but at length he
stopped, for hunger had seized on him, and he could walk no more. Trembling
with fatigue he sat himself on a rock and broke a piece off his cake.
'Spare me a morsel,
Ardan son of Gorla,' asked a raven, fluttering down towards him.
'Seek food
elsewhere, O bearer of ill-news,' answered Ardan son of Gorla; 'it is but
little I have for myself.' And he stretched himself out for a few moments, then
rose to his feet again. On and on went he till the little birds flew to their
nests, and the brightness died out of the sky, and a darkness fell over the
earth. On and on, and on, till at last he saw a beam of light streaming from a
house and hastened towards it.
The door was opened
and he entered, but paused when he beheld an old man lying on a bench by the
fire, while seated opposite him was a maiden combing out the locks of her
golden hair with a comb of silver.
'Welcome, fair
youth,' said the old man, turning his head. 'Sit down and warm yourself, and
tell me how fares the outer world. It is long since I have seen it.'
'All my news is that
I am seeking service,' answered Ardan son of Gorla; 'I have come from far since
sunrise, and glad was I to see the rays of your lamp stream into the darkness.'
'I need someone to
herd my three dun cows, which are hornless,' said the old man. 'If, for the
space of a year, you can bring them back to me each evening before the sun
sets, I will make you payment that will satisfy your soul.'
But here the girl
looked up and answered quickly:
'Ill will come of it
if he listens to your offer.'
'Counsel unsought is
worth nothing,' replied, rudely, Ardan son of Gorla. 'It would be little indeed
that I am fit for if I cannot drive three cows out to pasture and keep them
safe from the wolves that may come down from the mountains. Therefore, good father,
I will take service with you at daybreak, and ask no payment till the new year
dawns.'
Next morning the
bell of the deer was not heard amongst the fern before the maiden with the hair
of gold had milked the cows, and led them in front of the cottage where the old
man and Ardan son of Gorla awaited them.
'Let them wander
where they will,' he said to his servant, 'and never seek to turn them from
their way, for well they know the fields of good pasture. But take heed to
follow always behind them, and suffer nothing that you see, and nought that you
hear, to draw you into leaving them. Now go, and may wisdom go with you.'
As he ceased
speaking he touched one of the cows on her forehead, and she stepped along the
path, with the two others one on each side. As he had been bidden, behind them
came Ardan son of Gorla, rejoicing in his heart that work so easy had fallen to
his lot. At the year's end, thought he, enough money would lie in his pocket to
carry him into far countries where his sister might be, and, in the meanwhile,
someone might come past who could give him tidings of her.
Thus he spoke to
himself, when his eyes fell on a golden cock and a silver hen running swiftly
along the grass in front of him. In a moment the words that the old man had
uttered vanished from his mind and he gave chase. They were so near that he
could almost seize their tails, yet each time he felt sure he could catch them
his fingers closed on the empty air. At length he could run no more, and
stopped to breathe, while the cock and hen went on as before. Then he
remembered the cows, and, somewhat frightened, turned back to seek them.
Luckily they had not strayed far, and were quietly feeding on the thick green
grass.
Ardan son of Gorla
was sitting under a tree, when he beheld a staff of gold and a staff of silver
doubling themselves in strange ways on the meadow in front of him, and starting
up he hastened towards them. He followed them till he was tired, but he could not
catch them, though they seemed ever within his reach. When at last he gave up
the quest his knees trembled beneath him for very weariness, and glad was he to
see a tree growing close by lade with fruits of different sorts, of which he
ate greedily.
The sun was by now
low in the heavens, and the cows left off feeding, and turned their faces home
again, followed by Ardan son of Gorla. At the door of their stable the maiden
stood awaiting them, and saying nought to their herd, she sat down and began to
milk. But it was not milk that flowed into her pail; instead it was filled with
a thin stream of water, and as she rose up from the last cow the old man
appeared outside.
'Faithless one, you
have betrayed your trust!' he said to Ardan son of Gorla. 'Not even for one day
could you keep true! Well, you shall have your reward at once, that others may
take warning from you.' And waving his wand he touched with it the chest of the
youth, who became a pillar of stone.
Now Gorla of the
Flocks and his wife were full of grief that they had lost a son as well as a
daughter, for no tidings had come to them of Ardan their eldest born. At
length, when two years and two days had passed since the maiden had led her
kids to feed on the mountain and had been seen no more, Ruais, second son of
Gorla, rose up one morning, and said:
'Time is long
without my sister and Ardan my brother. So I have vowed to seek them wherever
they may be.'
And his father
answered:
'Better it had been
if you had first asked my consent and that of your mother; but as you have
vowed so must you do.' Then he bade his wife make a cake, but instead she made
two, and offered Ruais his choice, as she had done to Ardan. Like Ardan, Ruais
chose the large, unblessed cake, and set forth on his way, doing always, though
he knew it not, that which Ardan had done; so, needless is it to tell what
befell him till he too stood, a pillar of stone, on the hill behind the
cottage, so that all men might see the fate that awaited those who broke their faith.
Another year and a
day passed by, when Covan the Brown-haired, youngest son of Gorla of the
Flocks, one morning spake to his parents, saying:
'It is more than
three years since my sister left us. My brothers have also gone, no one know
whither, and of us four none remains but I. No, therefore, I long to seek them,
and I pray you and my mother to place no hindrance in my way.'
And his father
answered:
'Go, then, and take
our blessing with you.'
So the wife of Gorla
of the Flocks baked two cakes, one large and one small; and Covan took the
small one, and started on his quest. In the wood he felt hungry, for he had
walked far, and he sat down to eat. Suddenly a voice behind him cried:
'A bit for me! a bit
for me!' And looking round he beheld the black raven of the wilderness.
'Yes, you shall have
a bit,' said Covan the Brown-haired; and breaking off a piece he stretched it
upwards to the raven, who ate it greedily. Then Covan arose and went forward,
till he saw the light from the cottage streaming before him, and glad was he,
for night was at hand.
'Maybe I shall find
some work there,' he thought, 'and at least I shall gain money to help me in my
search; for who knows how far my sister and my brothers may have wandered?'
The door stood open
and he entered, and the old man gave him welcome, and the golden-haired maiden
likewise. As happened before, he was offered by the old man to herd his cows;
and, as she had done to his brothers, the maiden counselled him to leave such
work alone. But, instead of answering rudely, like both Ardan and Ruais, he thanked
her, with courtesy, though he had no mind to heed her; and he listened to the
warnings and words of his new master.
Next day he set
forth at dawn with the dun cows in front of him, and followed patiently
wherever they might lead him. On the way he saw the gold cock and silver hen,
which ran even closer to him than they had done to his brothers. Sorely
tempted, he longed to give them chase; but, remembering in time that he had
been bidden to look neither to the right nor to the left, with a mighty effort
he turned his eyes away. Then the gold and silver staffs seemed to spring from
the earth before him, but this time also he overcame; and though the fruit from
the magic tree almost touched his mouth, he brushed it aside and went steadily
on.
That day the cows
wandered father than ever they had done before, and never stopped till they had
reached a moor where the heather was burning. The fire was fierce, but the cows
took no heed, and walked steadily through it, Covan the Brown-haired following
them. Next they plunged into a foaming river, and Covan plunged in after them,
though the water came high above his waist. On the other side of the river lay
a wide plain, and here the cows lay down, while Covan looked about him. Near
him was a house built of yellow stone, and from it came sweet songs, and Covan
listened, and his heart grew light within him.
While he was thus
waiting there ran up to him a youth, scarcely able to speak so swiftly had he
sped; and he cried aloud:
'Hasten, hasten,
Covan the Brown-haired, for your cows are in the corn, and you must drive them
out!'
'Nay,' said Covan
smiling, 'it had been easier for you to have driven them out than to come here
to tell me.' And he went on listening to the music.
Very soon the same youth
returned and cried with panting breath:
'Out upon you, Covan
son of Gorla, that you stand there agape. For our dogs are chasing your cows,
and you must drive them off!'
'Nay, then,'
answered Covan as before, 'it had been easier for you to call off your dogs
than to come here to tell me.' And he stayed where he was till the music
ceased.
Then he turned to
look for the cows, and found them all lying in the place where he had left
them; but when they saw Covan they rose up and walked homewards, taking a
different path to that they had trod in the morning. This time they passed over
a plain so bare that a pin could not have lain there unnoticed, yet Covan
beheld with surprise a foal and its mother feeding there, both as fat as if
they had pastured on the richest grass. Further on they crossed another plain,
where the grass was thick and green, but on it were feeding a foal and its
mother, so lean that you could have counted their ribs. And further again the
path led them by the shores of a lake whereon were floating two boats; one full
of gay and happy youths, journeying to the land of the Sun, and another with
grim shapes clothed in black, travelling to the land of Night.
'What can these
things mean?' said Covan to himself, as he followed his cows.
Darkness now fell,
the wind howled, and torrents of rain poured upon them. Covan knew not how far
they might yet have to go, or indeed if they were on the right road. He could
not even see his cows, and his heart sank lest, after all, he should have
failed to bring them safely back. What was he to do?
He waited thus, for
he could go neither forwards nor backwards, till he felt a great friendly paw
laid on his shoulder.
'My cave is just
here,' said the Dog of Maol-mor, of whom Covan son of Gorla had heard much.
'Spend the night here, and you shall be fed on the flesh of lamb, and shall lay
aside three-thirds of thy weariness.'
And Covan entered,
and supped, and slept, and in the morning rose up a new man.
'Farewell, Covan,'
said the Dog of Maol-mor. 'May success go with you, for you took what I had to
give and did not mock me. So, when danger is your companion, wish for me, and I
will not fail you.'
At these words the
Dog of Maol-mor disappeared into the forest, and Covan went to seek his cows,
which were standing in the hollow where the darkness had come upon them.
At the sight of
Covan the Brown-haired they walked onwards, Covan following ever behind them,
and looking neither to the right nor to the left. All that day they walked, and
when night fell they were in a barren plain, with only rocks for shelter.
'We must rest here
as best we can,' spoke Covan to the cows. And they bowed their heads and lay
down in the place where they stood. Then came the black raven of
Corri-nan-creag, whose eyes never closed, and whose wings never tired; and he
fluttered before the face of Covan and told him that he knew of a cranny in the
rock where there was food in plenty, and soft moss for a bed.
'Go with me
thither,' he said to Covan, 'and you shall lay aside three-thirds of your
weariness, and depart in the morning refreshed,' and Covan listened thankfully
to his words, and at dawn he rose up to seek his cows.
'Farewell!' cried
the black raven. 'You trusted me, and took all I had to offer in return for the
food you once gave me. So if in time to come you need a friend, wish for me,
and I will not fail you.'
As before, the cows
were standing in the spot where he had left them, ready to set out. All that
day they walked, on and on, and on, Covan son of Gorla walking behind them,
till night fell while they were on the banks of a river.
'We can go no
further,' spake Covan to the cows. And they began to eat the grass by the side
of the stream, while Covan listened to them and longed for some supper also,
for they had travelled far, and his limbs were weak under him. Then there was a
swish of water at his feet, and out peeped the head of the famous otter
Doran-donn of the stream.
'Trust to me and I
will find you warmth and shelter,' said Doran-donn; 'and for food fish in
plenty.' And Covan went with him thankfully, and ate and rested, and laid aside
three-thirds of his weariness. At sunrise he left his bed of dried sea-weed,
which had floated up with the tide, and with a grateful heart bade farewell to
Doran-donn.
'Because you trusted
me and took what I had to offer, you have made me your friend, Covan,' said
Doran-donn. 'And if you should be in danger, and need help from one who can
swim a river or dive beneath a wave, call to me and I will come to you.' Then
he plunged into the stream, and was seen no more.
The cows were
standing ready in the place where Covan had left them, and they journeyed on
all that day, till, when night fell, they reached the cottage. Joyful indeed
was the old man as the cows went into their stables, and he beheld the rich
milk that flowed into the pail of the golden-haired maiden with the silver
comb.
'You have done well
indeed,' he said to Covan son of Gorla. 'And now, what would you have as a
reward?'
'I want nothing for
myself,' answered Covan the Brown-haired; 'but I ask you to give me back my
brothers and my sister who have been lost to us for three years past. You are
wise and know the lore of fairies and of witches; tell me where I can find
them, and what I must do to bring them to life again.'
The old man looked
grave at the words of Covan.
'Yes, truly I know
where they are,' answered he, 'and I say not that they may not be brought to
life again. But the perils are great--too great for you to overcome.'
'Tell me what they
are,' said Covan again, 'and I shall know better if I may overcome them.'
'Listen, then, and
judge. In the mountain yonder there dwells a roe, white of foot, with horns
that branch like the antlers of a deer. On the lake that leads to the land of
the Sun floats a duck whose body is green and whose neck is of gold. In the
pool of Corri-Bui swims a salmon with a skin that shines like silver, and whose
gills are red--bring them all to me, and then you shall know where dwell your
brothers and your sister!'
'To-morrow at
cock-crow I will begone!' answered Covan.
The way to the
mountain lay straight before him, and when he had climbed high he caught sight
of the roe with the white feet and the spotted sides, on the peak in front.
Full of hope he set
out in pursuit of her, but by the time he had reached that peak she had left it
and was to be seen on another. And so it always happened, and Covan's courage
had well-nigh failed him, when the thought of the Dog of Maol-mor darted into
his mind.
'Oh, that he was here!'
he cried. And looking up he saw him.
'Why did you summon
me?' asked the Dog of Maol-mor. And when Covan had told him of his trouble, and
how the roe always led him further and further, the Dog only answered:
'Fear nothing; I
will soon catch her for you.' And in a short while he laid the roe unhurt at
Covan's feet.
'What will you wish
me to do with her?' said the Dog. And Covan answered:
'The old man bade me
bring her, and the duck with the golden neck, and the salmon with the silver
sides, to his cottage; if I shall catch them, I know not. But carry you the roe
to the back of the cottage, and tether her so that she cannot escape.'
'It shall be done,'
said the Dog of Maol-mor.
Then Covan sped to
the lake which led to the land of the Sun, where the duck with the green body
and the golden neck was swimming among the water-lilies.
'Surely I can catch
him, good swimmer as I am,' to himself. But, if he could swim well, the duck
could swim better, and at length his strength failed him, and he was forced to
seek the land.
'Oh that the black
raven were here to help me!' he thought to himself. And in a moment the black
raven was perched on his shoulder.
'How can I help
you?' asked the raven. And Covan answered:
'Catch me the green
duck that floats on the water.' And the raven flew with his strong wings and
picked him up in his strong beak, and in another moment the bird was laid at
the feet of Covan.
This time it was
easy for the young man to carry his prize, and after giving thanks to the raven
for his aid, he went on to the river.
In the deep dark
pool of which the old man had spoken the silver-sided salmon was lying under a
rock.
'Surely I, good
fisher as I am, can catch him,' said Covan son of Gorla. And cutting a slender
pole from a bush, he fastened a line to the end of it. But cast with what skill
he might, it availed nothing, for the salmon would not even look at the bait.
'I am beaten at
last, unless the Doran-donn can deliver me,' he cried. And as he spoke there
was a swish of the water, and the face of the Doran-donn looked up at him.
'O catch me, I pray
you, that salmon under the rock!' said Covan son of Gorla. And the Doran-donn
dived, and laying hold of the salmon by his tail, bore it back to the place
where Covan was standing.
'The roe, and the
duck, and the salmon are here,' said Covan to the old man, when he reached the
cottage. And the old man smiled on him and bade him eat and drink, and after he
hungered no more, he would speak with him.
And this was what
the old man said: 'You began well, my son, so things have gone well with you.
You set store by your mother's blessing, therefore you have been blest. You
gave food to the raven when it hungered, you were true to the promise you had
made to me, and did not suffer yourself to be turned aside by vain shows. You
were skilled to perceive that the boy who tempted you to leave the temple was a
teller of false tales, and took with a grateful heart what the poor had to
offer you. Last of all, difficulties gave you courage, instead of lending you
despair.
And now, as to your
reward, you shall in truth take your sister home with you, and your brothers I
will restore to life; but idle and unfaithful as they are their lot is to
wander for ever. And so farewell, and may wisdom be with you.'
'First tell me your
name?' asked Covan softly.
'I am the Spirit of
Age,' said the old man.
[Taken from a Celtic
Story. Translated by Doctor Macleod Clarke.]
0 Comments
If you have any Misunderstanding Please let me know