Post by ladyanastasia on Mar 29, 2008 20:14:02 GMT -5
How the Son of The Gobhaun Saor Sold the Sheepskin
THE GOBHAUN SAOR was a great person in the old days, and he looked to his son to be a credit to him. He had only one son, and thought the world and all of him, but that was nothing to what the son thought of himself. He was growing up every day, and the more he grew up the more he thought of himself, till at last the Gobhaun Saor's house was too small to hold him, and the Gobhaun said it was time for him to go out and seek his fortune. He gave him a sheepskin and his blessing, and said:
"Take this sheepskin and go into the fair and let me see what cleverness you have in selling it."
"I'll do that," said the son, "and bring you the best price to be got in the fair."
"That's little," said the Gobhaun Saor, "but if you were to bring me the skin and the price of it, I'd say you had cleverness."
"Then that's what I'll bring you!" said the son, and he set off on his travels.
"What do you want for that sheepskin you have?" said the first man he met in the fair. He named his price.
"'Tis a good price," said the man, "but the skin is good, and I have no time for bargaining; here is the money; give me the skin."
"I can't agree to that," said the son of the Gobhaun Saor. "I must have the skin and the price of it too."
"I hope you may get it!" said the man, and he went away laughing. That was the way with all the men that tried to buy the skin, and at last the son of the Gobhaun Saor was tired of trying to sell it, and when he saw a crowd of people standing around a beggar man he went and stood with the rest. The beggar man was doing tricks and every one was watching him. After a while he called out:
"Lend me that sheepskin of yours and I'll show you a trick with it! "
"You needn't ask for the loan of that skin," said one of the men standing by, "for the owner of it wants to keep it and sell it at the same time, there's so much cleverness in him!"
The son of the Gobhaun Saor was angry when that was said, and he flung down the skin to the juggler-man.
"Do a trick with it if you can," said he.
The beggar man spread out the skin and blew between the wool of it, and a great wood sprang up--miles and miles of a dark wood--and there were trees in it with golden apples. The people were frightened when they saw it, but the beggar man walked into the wood till the trees hid him. There was sorrow on the son of the Gobhaun Saor at that.
"Now I'll never give my father either the skin or the price of it," he said to himself, "but the least I may do is to take him an apple off the trees." He put out his hand to an apple, and when he touched it he had only a bit of wool in his hand. The sheepskin was before him. He took it up and went out of the fair.
He was walking along the roads then and it was growing dark and he was feeling sorry for himself, when he saw the light of a house. He went toward it, and when he came to it the door was open, and in the little room inside he saw the beggar man of the fair and another man stirring a big pot.
"Come in," said the beggar man; "this is the house of the Dagda Mor, the World Builder. It isn't much, as you see, but you may rest here and welcome, and maybe the Dagda will give us supper."
"Son Angus," said the Dagda to the beggar man, "you talk as if I had the Cauldron of Plenty, and you know well that it is gone from me. The Fomorians have it now and I have only this pot. Hard enough it is to fill it, and when it is filled I never get a good meal out of it, for a great, hulking, splay-footed churl of a Fomorian comes in when he smells the meat and takes all the best of it from me, and I have only what remains when he has gorged himself; so I am always hungry, son Angus."
"Your case is hard," said Angus, "but I know how you can help yourself."
"Tell me how," said the Dagda.
"Well," said Angus, "get a piece of gold and put it into the best part of the meat, and when the Fomorian has eaten it up tell him he has swallowed the gold; his heart will burst when he hears that, and you'll be rid of him."
"Your plan is good," said the Dagda, "but where am I to get the gold? The Fomorians keep me building all day for them, but they give me nothing."
"I wish I had a piece of gold to give you myself," said Angus. " 'Tis a bad thing to be a beggar man! The next time I disguise myself I'll be a prince." He laughed at that, but the Dagda stirred the pot and looked gloomy. The son of the Gobhaun Saor felt sorry for him and remembered that he had a gold ring his father had given him. He pulled it off his finger and gave it to the Dagda.
"Here," said he, "is a piece of gold and you can be rid of the Fomorian."
The Dagda thanked him and gave him his blessing and they spent the night in peace and happiness till morning reddened the sky.
When the son of the Gobhaun Saor started to go, Angus set him a bit on the way.
"You are free-handed," he said to him, "and a credit to your father, and now I'll give you a bit of advice--Say 'Good morrow kindly' to the first woman you can meet on the road, and good luck be with you."
It wasn't long till the son of the Gobhaun Saor saw a woman at a little stream washing clothes. "Good luck to the work," he said, "and good morrow kindly."
"Good morrow to yourself," said she, "and may your load be light."
"It would need to be light," said he, "for I'll have far enough to carry it."
"Why so? " said she.
"I must carry it till I meet some one to give me the price of it and the skin as well."
"You need travel no further for that," said she; "give me the sheepskin."
"With a heart and a half," said he, and he gave her the skin. She paid the price, and she plucked the wool from the skin and threw him the skin.
"Now you can go home to your father," she said.
He wasn't long going, and he was proud when he gave the Gobhaun the skin and the price of it.
"What man showed you the wise way out of it?" said the Gobhaun Saor.
"No man at all," said the son, "but a woman."
"And you met a woman like that, and hadn't the wit to bring her with you!" said the Gobhaun Saor. "Away with you now, and don't let the wind that is behind you come up with you. till you ask her to marry you!"
The son didn't need the second word, and the wind didn't overtake him till he asked the woman to marry him. They came back together, and the Gobhaun made a wedding feast for them that was remembered year in and year out for a hundred years.
THE GOBHAUN SAOR was a great person in the old days, and he looked to his son to be a credit to him. He had only one son, and thought the world and all of him, but that was nothing to what the son thought of himself. He was growing up every day, and the more he grew up the more he thought of himself, till at last the Gobhaun Saor's house was too small to hold him, and the Gobhaun said it was time for him to go out and seek his fortune. He gave him a sheepskin and his blessing, and said:
"Take this sheepskin and go into the fair and let me see what cleverness you have in selling it."
"I'll do that," said the son, "and bring you the best price to be got in the fair."
"That's little," said the Gobhaun Saor, "but if you were to bring me the skin and the price of it, I'd say you had cleverness."
"Then that's what I'll bring you!" said the son, and he set off on his travels.
"What do you want for that sheepskin you have?" said the first man he met in the fair. He named his price.
"'Tis a good price," said the man, "but the skin is good, and I have no time for bargaining; here is the money; give me the skin."
"I can't agree to that," said the son of the Gobhaun Saor. "I must have the skin and the price of it too."
"I hope you may get it!" said the man, and he went away laughing. That was the way with all the men that tried to buy the skin, and at last the son of the Gobhaun Saor was tired of trying to sell it, and when he saw a crowd of people standing around a beggar man he went and stood with the rest. The beggar man was doing tricks and every one was watching him. After a while he called out:
"Lend me that sheepskin of yours and I'll show you a trick with it! "
"You needn't ask for the loan of that skin," said one of the men standing by, "for the owner of it wants to keep it and sell it at the same time, there's so much cleverness in him!"
The son of the Gobhaun Saor was angry when that was said, and he flung down the skin to the juggler-man.
"Do a trick with it if you can," said he.
The beggar man spread out the skin and blew between the wool of it, and a great wood sprang up--miles and miles of a dark wood--and there were trees in it with golden apples. The people were frightened when they saw it, but the beggar man walked into the wood till the trees hid him. There was sorrow on the son of the Gobhaun Saor at that.
"Now I'll never give my father either the skin or the price of it," he said to himself, "but the least I may do is to take him an apple off the trees." He put out his hand to an apple, and when he touched it he had only a bit of wool in his hand. The sheepskin was before him. He took it up and went out of the fair.
He was walking along the roads then and it was growing dark and he was feeling sorry for himself, when he saw the light of a house. He went toward it, and when he came to it the door was open, and in the little room inside he saw the beggar man of the fair and another man stirring a big pot.
"Come in," said the beggar man; "this is the house of the Dagda Mor, the World Builder. It isn't much, as you see, but you may rest here and welcome, and maybe the Dagda will give us supper."
"Son Angus," said the Dagda to the beggar man, "you talk as if I had the Cauldron of Plenty, and you know well that it is gone from me. The Fomorians have it now and I have only this pot. Hard enough it is to fill it, and when it is filled I never get a good meal out of it, for a great, hulking, splay-footed churl of a Fomorian comes in when he smells the meat and takes all the best of it from me, and I have only what remains when he has gorged himself; so I am always hungry, son Angus."
"Your case is hard," said Angus, "but I know how you can help yourself."
"Tell me how," said the Dagda.
"Well," said Angus, "get a piece of gold and put it into the best part of the meat, and when the Fomorian has eaten it up tell him he has swallowed the gold; his heart will burst when he hears that, and you'll be rid of him."
"Your plan is good," said the Dagda, "but where am I to get the gold? The Fomorians keep me building all day for them, but they give me nothing."
"I wish I had a piece of gold to give you myself," said Angus. " 'Tis a bad thing to be a beggar man! The next time I disguise myself I'll be a prince." He laughed at that, but the Dagda stirred the pot and looked gloomy. The son of the Gobhaun Saor felt sorry for him and remembered that he had a gold ring his father had given him. He pulled it off his finger and gave it to the Dagda.
"Here," said he, "is a piece of gold and you can be rid of the Fomorian."
The Dagda thanked him and gave him his blessing and they spent the night in peace and happiness till morning reddened the sky.
When the son of the Gobhaun Saor started to go, Angus set him a bit on the way.
"You are free-handed," he said to him, "and a credit to your father, and now I'll give you a bit of advice--Say 'Good morrow kindly' to the first woman you can meet on the road, and good luck be with you."
It wasn't long till the son of the Gobhaun Saor saw a woman at a little stream washing clothes. "Good luck to the work," he said, "and good morrow kindly."
"Good morrow to yourself," said she, "and may your load be light."
"It would need to be light," said he, "for I'll have far enough to carry it."
"Why so? " said she.
"I must carry it till I meet some one to give me the price of it and the skin as well."
"You need travel no further for that," said she; "give me the sheepskin."
"With a heart and a half," said he, and he gave her the skin. She paid the price, and she plucked the wool from the skin and threw him the skin.
"Now you can go home to your father," she said.
He wasn't long going, and he was proud when he gave the Gobhaun the skin and the price of it.
"What man showed you the wise way out of it?" said the Gobhaun Saor.
"No man at all," said the son, "but a woman."
"And you met a woman like that, and hadn't the wit to bring her with you!" said the Gobhaun Saor. "Away with you now, and don't let the wind that is behind you come up with you. till you ask her to marry you!"
The son didn't need the second word, and the wind didn't overtake him till he asked the woman to marry him. They came back together, and the Gobhaun made a wedding feast for them that was remembered year in and year out for a hundred years.
