He was impatient, and wished that all should know, as at one shout, his glorious news, but he yet would not speak of it to any one. He knew that he might safely leave the publishing of that event to Lavarcham, and that ere nightfall every house in a radius of twenty miles would be talking of the king’s marriage.
Down every road that ran from Emain Macha messengers would be going in swift chariots to tell the tale and to bid those who were worthy to the wedding feast. Not stopping for more than a few minutes at any place; changing horses at the guest-houses, and dashing off again; some deep into Connacht in the west, others eastwards into Leinster, and more again speeding the long centre of Ireland to the two Munsters. These distant kings and princes would think they had been slighted by such short notice, or by a notice that could only reach them after the event. But his wedding feast should endure for three months, and there would be pleasure and leisure for all. At this moment, if Lavarcham was doing her duty (and she was never neglectful), the ostlers should be pulling the great chariots out and backing the snorting horses between the shafts.
To-morrow would be a new day.
Every person who observed the king would look on him with something else in the regard. Many reserves would be down, many barriers broken; for all people look differently on the king when he is in love, and they try to bathe in his fortunate regard.
The men would glance at him shyly and subtly: each look a reminder and a well-wishing. While he stood among them he and they would laugh without any word being said, and they would be more familiar with him than they would otherwise dare. But if one dared to clap his shoulder, Conachúr would clap that comrade’s shoulder again.
The women would look at him more openly; more softly and broodingly; each mutely assuring him that all which was to come would be good; each telling him that woman guards for man all that which no man can give; each telling that because he loved one woman he must love all, and that women are truly lovable, and are precious beyond all precious things. He would see that they all wished to touch him, so that he might know they were truly woman and not different from her he delighted in; and he would see them turn from him, humbled and aggrieved, seeking anxiously in other eyes for the confirmations which he must not give.
For when the king is in love the world goes mad, and all who love him must cherish each other or sicken of their suppressed loyalty and adoration.
For weeks to come Ulster would be an orgy. The man who had dodged marriage as a fox tricks the hen-wife would tumble into it with a thud: those who craved for and feared it would find that they were married in a morning: maids would become daring and men shy. From one, walking coyly in the moonlight, a shoulder-band might slip, and the moon and a man would be rewarded for being out at night. One who stood and spoke might suddenly shape her lips thus, and the man who looked would go blind in his brains and stay so to the last quarter of the moon. A wave of frolic and daring would go from the king, and thrill to the last hamlet in his kingdom; for although war is glorious, death is its ruler and companion; but from love life flows and everything that is lovely.
And, as his heart rose thus, Conachúr knew that he was the life of his people, for he was king and lover, and that all swung about him as the world swings round the sun.