“And what will that desire be then, you whom the islesmen call Connla the Wise?”
“That one might see in the dew the footsteps of old years returning.”
“That thing, Connla, I cannot do.”
“And yet thou wouldst do what is a thing as vain as that?”
“Speak. I will listen.”
Then Connla drew close to Ulad, and whispered in his ear. Thereafter he gave him a hollow reed with holes in it, such as the shepherding folk use on the hills. And with that he went away into the darkness.
When the moon rose, Ulad took the reed and played upon it. While he played, scales fell from his eyes, and dreams passed from his brain, and his heart grew light. Then he sang:
Come forth, Fand, come forth, beautiful Fand, my woman, my fawn,
The smell of thy falling hair is sweet as the breath of the wild-brier—
I weary of this white moonshine who love better the white discs of thy breasts,