Helden der Morgendämmerung. Ton. Diarmuid ging zu ihm und 114 HELDEN DES DAWN hob die Tasse, aber als er füllte itthere kam ein lautes Murren aus dem gut, und er wusste dann, dass einige Magier hadplaced Sprüche auf. Die alle selben, er laut sagte, ich willdrink so viel wie ich will es, und er drankone cupful nach dem anderen. Er beugte sich die Schale auf thestone zu ersetzen, und wenn er wieder er ihn sawbefore ein Stern - suche Mann mit einem drawnsword in seiner Hand. Sie haben kein Recht, hier, sagte der Mann, zu Fuß auf mein Land und trinken meine waterwithout Erlaubnis. Mit, dass er slashedat Diarmuids

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Heroes of the dawn . tone. Diarmuid walked over to it and 114 HEROES OF THE DAWN picked up the cup, but as he was filling itthere came a loud murmuring from the well, and he knew then that some magician hadplaced spells on it. All the same, he said aloud, I willdrink as much as I want of it, and he drankone cupful after another. He bent down to replace the cup on thestone, and when he stood up again he sawbefore him a stern-looking man with a drawnsword in his hand. You have no right here, said the man, walking on my land and drinking my waterwithout permission. With that he slashedat Diarmuids head, but did not touch him. It is an unchivalrous act, and one thatthe Fians have never done, to attack a manbefore he is ready, said Diarmuid as he drewhis sword. All through the day they fought, and manyhard blows they exchanged, but when duskbegan to fall the magician—as Diarmuidimagined him to be—dived into the well anddisappeared, and to Diarmuid this was a grief, for his fighting madness was just coming on. A DEEP CLEAR SPRING OF RUNNING WATER BUBBLED. DIARMUIDWALKED OVER TO IT PURSUIT OF GTLLA DECAIR 115 him. The next morning, however, themagician appeared again, and the fight wascontinued till evening, when he again dis-appeared. The same thing occurred on thefollowing day, but when the magician wouldhave dived into the well as before, Diarmuidseized him round the neck, and they both fellin together. Down they dropped through the clearwater, and when the bottom was reachedDiarmuid was so astonished at the sightbefore his eyes that he loosened his grip on themagician, who escaped as quickly as he could. The well had widened out into a broadlake, Avith little waves breaking on goldensands, and rippling over Diarmiiids feet. Hestood there, wondering what country of theSidhe he had reached, for before him stretcheda wide green plain, with beautiful flowersgrowing over it, and shining white palacesstanding in its midst, and before the largestof the palaces a multitude o

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1910
• bookidcu3192
• booksubjectlegends