The Celtic Twilight eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 145 pages of information about The Celtic Twilight.

The Celtic Twilight eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 145 pages of information about The Celtic Twilight.
about, that had the tape, and when he saw him he said, ’Send for the priest, and get a Mass said over him.’  And so they did, and what would you say but he’s living yet and has a family!  A certain Regan said, ’They, the other sort of people, might be passing you close here and they might touch you.  But any that gets the touch of the Amadan-na-Breena is done for.’  It’s true enough that it’s in the month of June he’s most likely to give the touch.  I knew one that got it, and he told me about it himself.  He was a boy I knew well, and he told me that one night a gentleman came to him, that had been his land-lord, and that was dead.  And he told him to come along with him, for he wanted him to fight another man.  And when he went he found two great troops of them, and the other troop had a living man with them too, and he was put to fight him.  And they had a great fight, and he got the better of the other man, and then the troop on his side gave a great shout, and he was left home again.  But about three years after that he was cutting bushes in a wood and he saw the Amadan coming at him.  He had a big vessel in his arms, and it was shining, so that the boy could see nothing else; but he put it behind his back then and came running, and the boy said he looked wild and wide, like the side of the hill.  And the boy ran, and he threw the vessel after him, and it broke with a great noise, and whatever came out of it, his head was gone there and then.  He lived for a while after, and used to tell us many things, but his wits were gone.  He thought they mightn’t have liked him to beat the other man, and he used to be afraid something would come on him.”  And an old woman in a Galway workhouse, who had some little knowledge of Queen Maive, said the other day, “The Amadan-na-Breena changes his shape every two days.  Sometimes he comes like a youngster, and then he’ll come like the worst of beasts, trying to give the touch he used to be.  I heard it said of late he was shot, but I think myself it would be hard to shoot him.”

I knew a man who was trying to bring before his mind’s eye an image of Aengus, the old Irish god of love and poetry and ecstasy, who changed four of his kisses into birds, and suddenly the image of a man with a cap and bells rushed before his mind’s eye, and grew vivid and spoke and called itself “Aengus’ messenger.”  And I knew another man, a truly great seer, who saw a white fool in a visionary garden, where there was a tree with peacocks’ feathers instead of leaves, and flowers that opened to show little human faces when the white fool had touched them with his coxcomb, and he saw at another time a white fool sitting by a pool and smiling and watching the images of many fair women floating up from the pool.

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