"I can play the fiddle a little too," the new Terence said.
"Oh, yes, indeed he can!" said Kathleen. "Bring the fiddle and he will show you."
Peter brought the fiddle and Terence played, and the fiddle sang a great song of gladness—the song of a soul born to find itself a full man all at once.
"Ah! don't you see now? Don't you see now?" Kathleen cried. "That means something!"
The fairies in the hill were dancing their endless dance, when Naggeneen, as if he had been lifted up in the air and dropped, was suddenly among them. They stopped the dance and gathered around him. "What for are you back here?" the King asked.
"They drove me out!" Naggeneen cried. "I knew they would! I told you they would! I told you you could do nothing and I could do nothing! It's the only wonder that they didn't drive me out long ago."
"What do you keep your hand behind you for?" the King asked.
"I couldn't tell you that," said Naggeneen; "I couldn't say the words that I'ld have to say to tell you."
"And how did they drive you out?"