" Yes," he said. " Etain."

Her breath came quick and hard. It was
for pleasure to her then to think of CuchuUin
lying white at her feet, with the red blood
spilling from the whiteness of his breast. But
she bit her under lip, and said quietly :

"Who is Etain?"

"She is the wife of Midir."

And with that the youth turned and moved
haughtily away. She did not know that the
Etain of whom Cuchullin dreamed was no
woman that he had seen in Eire, but the wife
of Midir, the King of Faerie, who was so
passing fair that Mac Greine, the beautiful
god, had made for her a Grianan all of shining
glass, where she lives in a dream, and in that
sun-bower is fed at dawn upon the bloom of
flowers and at dusk upon their fragrance. O
ogham mhic Greine, tha e boidheach,^ she

» "O beauty of my love the Sun-lord" (lit. "O
youth, son of the Sun, how fair he is!").
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sighs for ever in her sleep ; and that sigh is in
all sighs of love for ever and ever.
Scathach watched him till he was lost be-
hind the flare of the camp fires of the rath.
