“That I will do, Morag, my heart,” said Flann.
The Spae-Woman came in and kissed Morag good-by and said the charm for a journey over her.
May my Silver-
Shielded Magian
Shed all lights
Across your path.
Then Morag put the Little Red Hen under her arm and started out. “I shall find you,” said she to Flann, “at the Castle of the King of Ireland, for it is there I shall go when I part from my foster-sisters and the Queen of Senlabor. Kiss me now. But if you kiss anyone until you kiss me again you will forget me. Remember that.”
“I will remember,” said Flann, and he kissed Morag and said, “When you come to the King of Ireland’s Castle we will be married.”
“You gave me the Rowan Berry,” said Morag, “and the Rowan Berry gave me all the beauty that should be mine. But what good will my beauty be to me if you forget me?”
“But, Morag,” said he, “how could I forget you?”
She said nothing but went down the side of the knowe and Flann watched and watched until his eyes had no power to see any more.