<> Ferg030 Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg030 Manuscript Goblet, Darkness, Ferflath English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg030 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg030_2.jpg LHL Archive " Nay then," said Cecht, " it never shall be said My royal master craved a drink in vain. And water in a well, and life in me. Swear ye to stand around him while ye live And I with but the goblet in one hand. And this good weapon in the other, will forth And fetch him drink ;— alone, or say, with whom ? " None answered but the little Ferflath ; he Cried, " Take me with thee, papa Cecht, take me ! " Then Cecht took up the boy and set him high On his left shoulder with the golden cup Of Conary in his hand ; he raised his shield High up for the protection of the child. And forth the great door, as a loosened rock (Fly ye, foes all, fly ye before the face Of Cecht, the battle-sidesman of the king !) That from a hill side shoots into a brake, Went through and through them with a hunter's bound ; And with another, and another, reached The outer rim of darkness, past their ken. Then down he set the lad, and hand in hand, They ran together till they reached the well And 'filled the cup. " My little son, stay here," Said Cecht, " and I will carry, if I may. His drink to Conary." " Oh, papa Cecht, Leave me not here," said Ferflath ; "I shall run Beside thee, and shall follow in the lane, Thou'lt make me through them." " Come then," answered Cecht, " Bear thou the cup, and see it spill not : come ! " But ere they ran a spear-throw, Ferflath cried, " Ah me, I've stumbled, and the water's spilt." Text