“Why is that?” said the man.
“Because she never spared of anything she had, but would give it to a poor man; and she will have of that kind till the day of judgment.”
“Come with me till you see my dwelling,” said the gentleman. There were outhouses and stables and woods around the house; and, to speak the truth, he was in the prettiest place ever I saw with my eyes. “Come inside with me,” said he to the man; and I was not long within when there came a piper, and he told him to play, and he was not long playing when the house was filled with men and women. They began dancing. When part of the night was spent, I thought I would go and sleep. I arose and went to sleep; and when I awoke in the morning I could see nothing of the house or anything in the place.
THE STORY OF BIOULTACH, SON OF THE HIGH KING OF ERIN.
Narrator, Terence Davis, Renvyle, co. Galway.
There was a king in Erin long ago, and long ago it was. He had a pair of sons, Bioultach and Maunus. Bioultach was the elder. His father took him from school. The son said to him, “Will you give me no more schooling?”
“I will not give. I think you have enough learning, and I am but poor.”