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riding on the white, foamy mountains, The princess was always strong for whistling to the fish to swim into my her victuals, but after her walk in the hands. And known to every one on

woods and with the sea wind blowing the land am I. Faith, the Princess around her, if you had seen her holdMaheen herself often comes down for ing the fish in her hands, biting into a bit of my fish.”

the white flesh of it and spitting out “What sort of colleen is the prin- the bones, it would have taken the cess?

curse off of Friday for the rest of your “Not one bit prettier than yourself, life. There's a saying that them that though to your face I speak it. Put love strikes have no stomach, but I'm yourself in the castle, and the princess thinking that they that love much in the bog, and you could n't tell the should eat well. difference between you.”

There stands Colin, his mouth full "Would ye be grudging me a bit of of fish, looking at the princess, and the fish if you 're not saving it for the there she stands looking back at him. princess?

Do ye think she was minding her "To the devil with the princess! father or the foreign wooers? Faith, if 'T is every one knows that there's not Colin had lifted a finger, she 'd have a laddie-buck in Ireland good enough followed him into the sea. Why for her. To England and Scotland did n't he do it, with him aching to and France she must go for a husband, clap an arm round her waist? 'T was and may the frogs and the porridge the love in him that made him stand and the bloody beef choke her! say I." there like a stone. True love ye may

“How do you know that she cares know by the trouble that comes of it, for those foreign princes? Might it and if God in His infinite wisdom not be naught but her father's stub- does n't send it, the lovers will be born pride?”

bringing it on themselves. Well I “Then why does n't she give them know, for 't is myself has been through a tweak on the ear and send them it; but that 's over forever, glory be to home yelping, with their tails between

God! their legs?

There stands the princess fluttering How can she?"

all over like the swallows in the chimAre ye asking me to tell ye how a ney when you light the first fire. Why woman gets what she's after? Sure, could n't she be satisfied with her every woman has a way with her and happiness? 'Tis the devil, I'm she always gets what she wants. The thinking, that whispered a speech in only answer to them is the flat of the hand.”

“I 'm thanking you for your fish, “I must have a very bad way with Colin," says she, wiping her mouth me, then,” says the princess, "for I with the back of her hand, “and now I don't seem able to get a bit of your must n't be hindering you from going fish.”

back to the wife.” "Bad manners to me!" says Colin, "Sure, I have no wife," says Colin. sticking his knife in a fish and giving "The colleen, then, for there 's it to the princess, and into another and many a maid must have looked on a giving it to himself.

fine broth of a boy like yourself."

her ear.

What she was wanting was him to tell her that she was the only one, but

$ 3 the devil whispered a speech in his ear. 'Twas after the seventh and the

All lovers must lie, but I'm telling fourteenth round of the creature, and ye, my buccho, when ye lie to your the king was beginning to wonder what sweetheart, make yourself better than had become of his daughter, when into ye are instead of worse. There be the room comes the princess, and from women that only want you if they the look of her you would think she'd think they can snatch you from an- been having the drink. other woman; but their love is n't “What are these princes doing litterworth the having, and they 'll throw ing up the castle?'' says she. “I went you away like an old shoe.

away to get rid of them, and now I find "Faith, I've had my share of them," them when I come back." says Colin, thinking she would think

"Sure, you know what they 're here the more of him, and this was the for," says King Angus: “they're speech the devil whispered in his ear. waiting for you to make up your mind.”' "Out on the deep waters there's many "And I have made it. There is n't a maiden singing and smiling and call- a man in Ireland worthy to touch my ing to me, with the red beads round foot, nor out of it, either.” their neck."

I agree with you,” says the king; “Then go to them, and be quick “but you must marry some one." about it, and tell them the Princess "I'll marry that man," says the Maheen sent you, and see if you can princess, "who comes in full shade to make them believe the truth on your the castle on a day of full sun." lying lips.”

"Is it a vow?" "Is it yourself that 's really the A vow is it!" princess?" says Colin. "Let me speak “Who comes in full shade on a day one word!”

of full sun to the castle? Why, that That for you and your speeches! will be no one, my daughter.” I've heard too much already!"

“Then no one I 'll marry,” says she. One kick of her foot, and away goes As for you, it's to bed with you, for the fry-pan. Down the rocks goes the you 've taken enough.” fry-pan, and up the rocks goes the 'T is her mother speaking, God princess, with Colin behind. He calls, rest her!" says King Angus. “Many's but she does n't answer.

the night she 's sent me to bed with a but he cannot catch her; for up the three-legged stool.” rocks she leaps with the feet of a She turns to the foreign princes. goat.

"I 'm bidding you good-day, my "Ochone! Ochone! If I follow her gossoons. I'll welcome you back up the hill, what should I be saying when you come in full shade on a day to the king and those foreign princes, of full sun, and that will be easy for I, a poor fisherman? I 've lost her! wise foreign princes like yourselves," I 've lost her! Ochone! Ochone!" and she drops them a curtsy.

Down he sits and begins weeping; They stand like boys before her, and and let him weep his eyes out, says I, if ever they loved her, it was then, for for the fool he is.

they saw she was born to be a queen.

He runs,

To bed goes the king, and down the hill go the foreign princes, thinking things over.

"Good day to ye," they say to one another at the bottom, "and may ye have a safe and speedy journey home."

Do ye think any one of them had any intention of going? You don't know those foreign princes. They were scarce out of sight of one another before each one of them sat down and began to scratch his head.

"Begorry," thinks the Frenchman, "it must be me the princess is after, for 't is well known that the French are an ingenious people, and if a Frenchman can't come in full shade in full sunlight, there 's nobody that can."

"The princess," thinks the Scotchman, "must have noticed my moral qualities, and that 's why she wants to be my queen. If a Scotchman can't bring a shadow into the sunlight, there's nobody that can."

"What the princess is asking," thinks the Englishman, "is an impossibility, and impossibilities are what the English do best. Sure, it's me she wants!"

All night the princes sit thinking and scratching their heads, while up in the castle the Princess Maheen is tossing on the straw, the eyes of her weeping for the nose she has bitten off.

She has passed a vow in a moment of spite, bad cess to her! She has lost Colin forever. What if one of those foreign princes knew magic, and could do what no simple man had ever done? Her heart goes cold at the thought of it, and her eyes go dry, and then she gets thinking of Colin again, and the tears come back again, and she takes

ir of beads from the head of her », there's naught but a sis

terhood for her after her father is safe in the grave.

Next to the Irish, the French are the nimble thinkers, and it 's only one night of head-scratching before the Frenchman has an idea.

"Sure," says he to himself, “the woods must go up to the castle and that must be the way the princess meant. 'T is an easy way and a pleasant way. I'll be taking it," and up the hill he goes.

"T is a day of sun and of birds singing, and under the shadows of the branches he goes, hopping and singing like a bird. Up he goes and down he goes and up again. To the right he goes and to the left he goes and to the right again. Sometimes he can see the castle and sometimes he cannot, but never can he find a place where the shadow of the woods go up to the castle walls.

And what became of him, ye are asking? Faith, it would n't be so bad to spend your life in an Irish wood, forever seeking and never finding, singing in the shadow of the branches with love in the heart of you and a jig tune tickling your feet.

This I can tell ye for the truth of it: if the Frenchman is n't dead, he 's living yet. Indeed, they do be saying that sometimes there 's a strange song in the woods of that castle on a sunny day.

"T is a week of head-scratching before the Scotchman has an idea.

"Sure," says he to himself, "the shadow of the town must run up the hill to the castle. Even if it's the shadow of their idolatrous church steeple, I 'll be thanking it this day."

To the town he goes and stands in the shadow of the buildings, a gray figure moving as slowly as the shadows

moved. Ye could tell the time by him. Do ye think a Catholic church would help a Scotchman? Not a shadow can he find that will lead him up the hill.

From the left rut to the right rut bumps the car, with him under it cryThe people gather and look at him ing out to them to keep to the middle standing there. of the road. Where the road is rockiest, there does the car go, but never on the road that leads to the castle hill. He might be a bat nailed to a board for all the good he can do except for the yelling, and he does his best to make up with that. There was n't a deaf old woman in the parish that did n't hear his voice that day and think her hearing had come back by a miracle. It would have been pitiful if he had n't been an Englishman.

"What are ye after doing?" they ask. Not an answer does he give, but looks at them with a face to curdle

cream.

"Sure, the man 's mad!" they cry. "T is now he explains that he's wooing the princess and all about the shadow and the sun.

"Wooing, are ye saying? Sure, it sounds more like a man repeating the catechism. Mad is he entirely. Away with him!"

They clap hands on him. Did ye ever see a Scotchman struggle? "T was a grand sight that day.

And what became of him, ye are asking? Faith, they put him behind walls, and that 's a good place for a Scotchman. This I can tell ye for truth: if he is n't dead, he 's living yet. Indeed, they do be saying there 's a strange gray shadow on the streets of that town if ye look out of the tail of your eye quick enough.

"T is a month of head-scratching before the Englishman has an idea.

"I was always one," says he to himself, "to cut a thread with a hatchet," and he orders a jaunting-car.

"Bind me under the body of it," says he, "and drive me up to the castle."

would drive him up to the castle and get an English king over them that easy?

Under the body of the car they bind him, and away they go. Out come the people, cheering and running after. You'd have thought it was a fair-day, for the news of the vow of the princess was known by this time throughout the country. Are ye thinking they

Going over the bridge, the rope breaks, and he splashes into the river; so ye know what became of him. If he is n't dead, he 's living yet. Indeed, they do be saying there 's a strange fish in that river, but I 'm thinking he swam back to England as fast as he could.

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In this way was the princess rid of her foreign wooers; but how does that help her to get the man she wants? She 's sitting in front of the castle peeling potatoes and thinking that 's all she 'll be doing the rest of her life. The king is sitting beside her, stretching, and wishing the devil would fly away with every vow.

""T is yourself," says he, "thanks to your wildness, that will end the Angus line. Here sit I, waiting for the death of me and wondering what will become of ye when I am dead. "T is a handful of dust you 'll become, I 'm thinking, and blow away on a puff of wind. Sure, maids were made for the lips of their babes and the arms of their

lovers. "T is the way of nature, glory

"The hills of the waters; for my be to God!"

name is Colin, and I 'm King of the “If it was n't for yourself that needs Sea." me," says the princess, "musha, I wish "King are ye? How should I know I could blow away this day!"

it?At her words there comes the sound “By this hand!” and he fetches the of whistling, and not of the wind king a clout heavy enough to fell an ox. either, as ye might have thought, com- "King are ye! That clout shows me ing to blow her away. 'T is a man that I 'm growing old and need a whistling they are hearing, and when strong son-in-law.

strong son-in-law. Why should we they look down the hill, what man is it be wasting time talking when the do ye think they see? Ye 'll never be drink is waiting for us inside?" guessing, so I 'll have to tell ye. 'T is In he goes, but Colin turns to the none other than Colin himself, whis- princess. Do ye think she falls into tling and coming in the full sunlight his arms? Not she! Away she draws up the hill.

from him, and stands up straight as a “The top of the morning to ye,” needle and as sharp. says he to them. “I've come to claim "Was it true, what ye told me about the Princess Maheen as my bride." those women with the red beads round

"The devil ye have!” says King their necks? Did they call to ye?" Angus. "Have n't ye heard of the “True it is that they 've called to vow?"

me," says Colin, "but, sure, I did n't “That have I. The princess will answer them." marry the buccho that comes to the 'T is now she opens her arms to him castle in full shadow on a day of full and finds herself inside his own strong sun. Is n't it a day of full sun, I'm arms. 'T was a grand sight, I 'm tellasking ye?"

ing ye, and we'll be leaving them "It is that,” says the princess; "but there in the sunlight, with the wish where is the shadow you've come in?" that they may never know a shadow

"Sure, I've come under the shadow darker than the shadow of their own of my own hat, and I'd be taking it off hats. to ye if it did n't spoil the charm.” Now ye have the story of the Prin

Up leaps the princess, but her father cess Maheen and her wooing, and how is beside her, with his fists doubled up. Colin, the fisherman, became a king.

“'T was her vow and not mine," What became of them? This I can says King Angus. "Who are ye? tell ye for the truth of it: they 're not What are ye king of, and where is your living yet except in their children's hill?"

children. Scattered over the whole “Green are my hills as the hills of earth are they, and ye may always old Ireland, and blue are my hills as know them; for whenever an Irishman the hills of the sky; gray sometimes, does with ease what no other man can white sometimes, black sometimes, do with difficulty, ye can cry, "A-ha, and never twice the same."

my laddie-bucks! There goes a de "What kind of hills would those be?" scendant of Colin, the fisherman, and asks King Angus.

the Princess Maheen!"

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