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The Story of Deirdre

There was a man in Ireland once who was called Malcolm Harper. The man was a right good man, and he had a goodly-share of this world’s goods. He had a wife, but no family. What did Malcolm hear but that a soothsayer had come home to the place, and as the man was a right good man, he wished that the soothsayer might come near them. Whether it was that he was invited or that he came of himself, the soothsayer came to the house of Malcolm.

�Are you doing any soothsaying?’ says Malcolm.

�Yes, I am doing a little. Are you in need of soothsaying?’

�Well, I do not mind taking soothsaying from you, if you had soothsaying for me, and you would be willing to do it.’

�Well, I will do soothsaying for you. What kind of soothsaying do you want?’

�Well, the soothsaying I wanted was that you would tell me my lot or what will happen to me, if you can give me knowledge of it.’

�Well, I am going out, and when I return, I will tell you.

And the soothsayer went forth out of the house and he was not long outside when he returned.

�Well,’ said the soothsayer, �I saw in my second sight that it is on account of a daughter of yours that the greatest amount of blood shall be shed that has ever been shed in Erin since time and race began. And the three most famous heroes that ever were found will lose their heads on her account.’

After a time, a daughter was born to Malcolm; he did not allow a living being to come to his house, only himself and the nurse.

The woman said she would, so Malcolm got three men, and he took them away to a large mountain, distant and far from reach without the knowledge or notice of anyone. He caused there a hillock, round and green, to be dug out of the middle, and the hole thus made to be covered carefully over so that a little company could dwell there together.

Deirdre and her foster-mother dwelt in the bothy mid the hills without the knowledge or the suspicion of any living person about them and without anything occurring, until Deirdre was sixteen years of age. Deirdre grew like the white sapling, straight and trim as the rash on the moss.