THE FOUR WHITE SWANS
 IN the days of long ago there lived in the Green Isle of Erin a race of brave men and fair
women—the race of the Dedannans. North, south, east, and west did this noble people dwell,
doing homage to many chiefs.
But one blue morning after a great battle the Dedannans met on a wide plain to choose a King. "Let
us," they said, "have one King over all. Let us no longer have many rulers."
Forth from among the Princes rose five well fitted to wield a sceptre and to wear a crown, yet most
royal stood Bove Derg and Lir. And forth did the five chiefs wander, that the Dedannan folk might
freely say to whom they would most gladly do homage as King.
Not far did they roam, for soon there arose a great cry, "Bove Derg is King. Bove Derg is King." And
all were glad, save Lir.
 But Lir was angry, and he left the plain where the Dedannan people were, taking leave of none, and
doing Bove Derg no reverence. For jealousy filled the heart of Lir.
Then were the Dedannans wroth, and a hundred swords were unsheathed and flashed in the sunlight on
the plain. "We go to slay Lir who doeth not homage to our King and regardeth not the choice of the
But wise and generous was Bove Derg, and he bade the warriors do no hurt to the offended Prince.
For long years did Lir live in discontent, yielding obedience to none. But at length a great sorrow
fell upon him, for his wife, who was dear unto him, died, and she had been ill but three days.
Loudly did he lament her death, and heavy was his heart with sorrow.
When tidings of Lir's grief reached Bove Derg, he was surrounded by his mightiest chiefs. "Go
forth," he said, "in fifty chariots go forth. Tell Lir I am his friend as ever, and ask that he come
with you hither. Three fair foster-children are mine, and one may he yet
 have to wife, will he but bow to the will of the people, who have chosen me their King."
When these words were told to Lir, his heart was glad. Speedily he called around him his train, and
in fifty chariots set forth. Nor did they slacken speed until they reached the palace of Bove Derg
by the Great Lake. And there at the still close of day, as the setting rays of the sun fell athwart
the silver waters, did Lir do homage to Bove Derg. And Bove Derg kissed Lir and vowed to be his
friend for ever.
And when it was known throughout the Dedannan host that peace reigned between these mighty chiefs,
brave men and fair women and little children rejoiced, and nowhere were there happier hearts than in
the Green Isle of Erin.
Time passed, and Lir still dwelt with Bove Derg in his palace by the Great Lake. One morning the
King said, "Full well thou knowest my three fair foster-daughters, nor have I forgotten my promise
that one thou shouldst have to wife. Choose her whom thou wilt."
 Then Lir answered, "All are indeed fair, and choice is hard. But give unto me the eldest, if it be
that she be willing to wed."
And Eve, the eldest of the fair maidens, was glad, and that day was she married to Lir, and after
two weeks she left the palace by the Great Lake and drove with her husband to her new home.
Happily dwelt Lir's household and merrily sped the months. Then were born unto Lir twin babes. The
girl they called Finola, and her brother did they name Aed.
Yet another year passed and again twins were born, but before the infant boys knew their mother, she
died. So sorely did Lir grieve for his beautiful wife that he would have died of sorrow, but for the
great love he bore his motherless children.
When news of Eve's death reached the palace of Bove Derg by the Great Lake all mourned aloud for
love of Eve and sore pity for Lir and his four babes. And Bove Derg said to his mighty chiefs,
"Great indeed is our grief, but in this dark hour shall Lir know
 our friendship. Ride forth, make known to him that Eva, my second fair foster-child, shall in time
become his wedded wife and shall cherish his lone babes."
So messengers rode forth to carry these tidings to Lir, and in time Lir came again to the palace of
Bove Derg by the Great Lake, and he married the beautiful Eva and took her back with him to his
little daughter, Finola, and to her three brothers, Aed and Fiacra and Conn.
Four lovely and gentle children they were, and with tenderness did Eva care for the little ones who
were their father's joy and the pride of the Dedannans.
As for Lir, so great was the love he bore them, that at early dawn he would rise, and, pulling aside
the deerskin that separated his sleeping-room with theirs, would fondle and frolic with the children
until morning broke.
And Bove Derg loved them well-nigh as did Lir himself. Ofttimes would he come to see them, and
ofttimes were they brought to his palace by the Great Lake.
And through all the Green Isle, where dwelt the Dedannan people, there also was
 spread the fame of the beauty of the children of Lir.
Time crept on, and Finola was a maid of twelve summers. Then did a wicked jealousy find root in
Eva's heart, and so did it grow that it strangled the love which she had borne her sister's
children. In bitterness she cried, "Lir Gareth not for me; to Finola and her brothers hath he given
all his love."
And for weeks and months Eva lay in bed planning how she might do hurt to the children of Lir.
At length, one midsummer morn, she ordered forth her chariot, that with the four children she might
come to the palace of Bove Derg.
When Finola heard it, her fair face grew pale, for in a dream had it been revealed unto her that
Eva, her step-mother, should that day do a dark deed among those of her own household. Therefore was
Finola sore afraid, but only her large eyes and pale cheeks spake her woe, as she and her brothers
drove along with Eva and her train.
On they drove, the boys laughing merrily,
 heedless alike of the black shadow resting on their step-mother's brow, and of the pale, trembling
lips of their sister. As they reached a gloomy pass, Eva whispered to her attendants, "Kill, I pray
you, these children of Lir, for their father careth not for me, because of his great love for them.
Kill them, and great wealth shall be yours."
But the attendants answered in horror, "We will not kill them. Fearful, O Eva, were the deed, and
great is the evil that will befall thee, for having it in thine heart to do this thing."
Then Eva, filled with rage, drew forth her sword to slay them with her own hand, but too weak for
the monstrous deed, she sank back in the chariot.
Onward they drove, out of the gloomy pass into the bright sunlight of the white road. Daisies with
wide-open eyes looked up into the blue sky overhead. Golden glistened the buttercups among the
shamrock. From the ditches peeped forget-me-not. Honeysuckle scented the hedgerows. Around, above,
and afar, carolled the linnet, the lark, and the thrush. All was colour and sunshine, scent
 and song, as the children of Lir drove onward to their doom.
. . .AS SHE TOUCHED AED, FIACRA, AND CONN, THE THREE BROTHERS WERE AS THE MAID.
Not until they reached a still lake were the horses unyoked for rest. There Eva bade the children
undress and go bathe in the waters. And when the children of Lir reached the water's edge, Eva was
there behind them, holding in her hand a fairy wand. And with the wand she touched the shoulder of
each. And, lo! as she touched Finola, the maiden was changed into a snow-white swan, and behold! as
she touched Aed, Fiacra, and Conn, the three brothers were as the maid. Four snow-white swans
floated on the blue lake, and to them the wicked Eva chanted a song of doom.
As she finished, the swans turned towards her, and Finola spake:
"Evil is the deed thy magic wand hath wrought, O Eva, on us the children of Lir, but greater evil
shall befall thee, because of the hardness and jealousy of thine heart." And Finola's white
swan-breast heaved as she sang of their pitiless doom.
The song ended, again spake the
swan-  maiden. "Tell us, O Eva, when death shall set us free."
And Eva made answer, "Three hundred years shall your home be on the smooth waters of this lone lake.
Three hundred years shall ye pass on the stormy waters of the sea betwixt Erin and Alba, and three
hundred years shall ye be tempest-tossed on the wild Western Sea. Until Decca be the Queen of
Largnen, and the good Saint come to Erin, and ye hear the chime of the Christ-bell, neither your
plaints nor prayers, neither the love of your father Lir, nor the might of your King, Bove Derg,
shall have power to deliver you from your doom. But lone white swans though ye be, ye shall keep for
ever your own sweet Gaelic speech, and ye shall sing, with plaintive voices, songs so haunting that
your music will bring peace to the souls of those who hear. And still beneath your snowy plumage
shall beat the hearts of Finola, Aed, Fiacra aid Conn, and still for ever shall ye be the children
Then did Eva order the horses to be yoked to the chariot, and away westward did she drive.
 And swimming on the lone lake were four white swans.
When Eva reached the palace of Bove Derg alone, greatly was he troubled lest evil had befallen the
children of Lir.
But the attendants, because of their great fear of Eva, dared not to tell the King of the magic
spell she had wrought by the way. Therefore Bove Derg asked, "Wherefore, O Eva, come not Finola and
her brothers to the palace this day?"
And Eva answered, "Because, O King, Lir no longer trusteth thee, therefore would he not let the
children come hither."
But Bove Derg believed not his foster-daughter, and that night he secretly sent messengers across
the hills to the dwelling of Lir.
When the messengers came there, and told their errand, great was the grief of the father. And in the
morning with a heavy heart he summoned a company of the Dedannans, and together they set out for the
palace of Bove Derg. And it was not until sunset as they
 reached the lone shore of Lake Darvra, that they slackened speed.
Lir alighted from his chariot and stood spell-bound. What was that plaintive sound? The Gaelic
words, his dear daughter's voice more enchanting even than of old, and yet, before and around, only
the lone blue lake. The haunting music rang clearer, and as the last words died away, four
snow-white swans glided from behind the sedges, and with a wild flap of wings flew toward the
eastern shore. There, stricken with wonder, stood Lir.
"Know, O Lir," said Finola, "that we are thy children, changed by the wicked magic of our
step-mother into four white swans." When Lir and the Dedannan people heard these words, they wept
Still spake the swan-maiden. "Three hundred years must we float on this lone lake, three hundred
years shall we be storm-tossed on the waters between Erin and Alba, and three hundred years on the
wild Western Sea. Not until Decca be the Queen of Largnen, not until the good Saint come to Erin and
the chime of the Christ-bell be heard in the land,
 not until then shall we be saved from our doom."
Then great cries of sorrow went up from the Dedannans, and again Lir sobbed aloud. But at the last
silence fell upon his grief, and Finola told how she and her brothers would keep for ever their own
sweet Gaelic speech, how they would sing songs so haunting that their music would bring peace to the
souls of all who heard. She told, too, how, beneath their snowy plumage, the human hearts of Finola,
Aed, Fiacra, and Conn should still beat—the hearts of the children of Lir. "Stay with us
to-night by the lone lake," she ended, "and our music will steal to you across its moonlit waters
and lull you into peaceful slumber. Stay, stay with us."
And Lir and his people stayed on the shore that night and until the morning glimmered. Then, with
the dim dawn, silence stole over the lake.
Speedily did Lir rise, and in haste did he bid farewell to his children, that he might seek Eva and
see her tremble before him.
Swiftly did he drive and straight, until he
 came to the palace of Bove Derg, and there by the waters of the Great Lake did Bove Derg meet him.
"Oh, Lir, wherefore have thy children come not hither?" And Eva stood by the King.
Stern and sad rang the answer of Lir. "Alas I Eva, your foster-child, hath by her wicked magic
changed them into four snow-white swans. On the blue waters of Lake Darvra dwell Finola, Aed,
Fiacra, and Conn, and thence come I that I may avenge their doom."
A silence as the silence of death fell upon the three, and all was still save that Eva trembled
greatly. But ere long Bove Derg spake. Fierce and angry did he look, as, high above his
foster-daughter, he held his magic wand. Awful was his voice as he pronounced her doom. "Wretched
woman, henceforth shalt thou no longer darken this fair earth, but as a demon of the air shalt thou
dwell in misery till the end of time." And of a sudden from out her shoulders grew black, shadowy
wings, and, with a piercing scream, she swirled upward, until the awe-stricken Dedannans saw nought
 save a black speck vanish among the lowering clouds. And as a demon of the air do Eva's black wings
swirl her through space to this day.
But great and good was Bove Derg. He laid aside his magic wand and so spake: "Let us, my people,
leave the Great Lake, and let us pitch our tents on the shores of Lake Darvra. Exceeding dear unto
us are the children of Lir, and I, Bove Derg, and Lir, their father, have vowed henceforth to make
our home for ever by the lone waters where they dwell."
And when it was told throughout the Green Island of Erin of the fate of the children of Lir and of
the vow that Bove Derg had vowed, from north, south, east, and west did the Dedannans flock to the
lake, until a mighty host dwelt by its shores.
And by day Finola and her brothers knew not loneliness, for in the sweet Gaelic speech they told of
their joys and fears; and by night the mighty Dedannans knew no sorrowful memories, for by haunting
songs were they lulled to sleep, and the music brought peace to their souls.
 Slowly did the years go by, and upon the shoulders of Bove Derg and Lir fell the long white hair.
Fearful grew the four swans, for the time was not far off, when they must wing their flight north to
the wild sea of Moyle.
And when at length the sad day dawned, Finola told her brothers how their three hundred happy years
on Lake Darvra were at an end, and how they must now leave the peace of its lone waters for
Then, slowly and sadly, did the four swans glide to the margin of the lake. Never had the snowy
whiteness of their plumage so dazzled the beholders, never had music so sweet and sorrowful floated
to Lake Darvra's sunlit shores. As the swans reached the water's edge, silent were the three
brothers, and alone Finola chanted a farewell song.
With bowed white heads did the Dedannan host listen to Finola's chant, and when the music ceased and
only sobs broke the stillness, the four swans spread their wings, and, soaring high, paused but for
one short moment to gaze on the kneeling forms of Lir and Bove Derg. Then, stretching their graceful
 the north, they winged their flight to the waters of the stormy sea that separates the blue Alba
from the Green Island of Erin.
And when it was known throughout the Green Isle that the four white swans had flown, so great was
the sorrow of the people that they made a law that no swan should be killed in Erin from that day
With hearts that burned with longing for their father and their friends, did Finola and her brothers
reach the sea of Moyle. Cold and chill were its wintry waters, black and fearful were the steep
rocks overhanging Alba's far-stretching coasts. From hunger, too, the swans suffered. Dark indeed
was all, and darker yet as the children of Lir remembered the still waters of Lake Darvra and the
fond Dedannan host on its peaceful shores. Here the sighing of the wind among the reeds no longer
soothed their sorrow, but the roar of the breaking surf struck fresh terror in their souls.
In misery and terror did their days pass, until one night the black, lowering clouds over-head told
that a great tempest was nigh. Then
 did Finola call to her Aed, Fiacra, and Conn. "Beloved brothers, a great fear is at my heart, for,
in the fury of the coming gale, we may be driven the one from the other. Therefore, let us say where
we may hope to meet when the storm is spent."
And Aed answered, "Wise art thou, dear, gentle sister. If we be driven apart, may it be to meet
again on the rocky isle that has ofttimes been our haven, for well known is it to us all, and from
far can it be seen!
Darker grew the night, louder raged the wind, as the four swans dived and rose again on the giant
billows. Yet fiercer blew the gale, until at midnight loud bursts of thunder mingled with the
roaring wind, but, in the glare of the blue lightning's flashes, the children of Lir beheld each the
snowy form of the other. The mad fury of the hurricane yet increased, and the force of it lifted one
swan from its wild home on the billows, and swept it through the blackness of the night. Another
blue lightning flash, and each swan saw its loneliness, and uttered a great cry of desolation.
Tossed hither and thither, by wind and wave, the white
 birds were well-nigh dead when dawn broke. And with the dawn fell calm.
Swift as her tired wings would bear her, Finola sailed to the rocky isle, where she hoped to find
her brothers. But alas! no sign was there of one of them. Then to the highest summit of the rocks
she flew. North, south, east, and west did she look, yet nought saw she save a watery wilderness.
Now did her heart fail her, and she sang the saddest song she had yet sung.
As the last notes died Finola raised her eyes, and lo! Conn came slowly swimming towards her with
drenched plumage and head that drooped. And as she looked, behold! Fiacra appeared, but it was as
though his strength failed. Then did Finola swim toward her fainting brother and lend him her aid,
and soon the twins were safe on the sunlit rock, nestling for warmth beneath their sister's wings.
Yet Finola's heart still beat with alarm as she sheltered her younger brothers, for Aed came not,
and she feared lest he were lost for ever. But, at noon, sailing he came over the breast of the blue
waters, with head erect and
 plumage sunlit. And under the feathers of her breast did Finola draw him, for Conn and Fiacra still
cradled beneath her wings. "Rest here, while ye may, dear brothers," she said.
And she sang to them a lullaby so surpassing sweet that the sea-birds hushed their cries and flocked
to listen to the sad, slow music. And when Aed and Fiacra and Conn were lulled to sleep, Finola's
notes grew more and more faint and her head drooped, and soon she too slept peacefully in the warm
But few were the sunny days on the sea of Moyle, and many were the tempests that ruffled its waters.
Still keener grew the winter frosts, and the misery of the four white swans was greater than ever
before. Even their most sorrowful Gaelic songs told not half their woe. From the fury of the storm
they still sought shelter on that rocky isle where Finola had despaired of seeing her dear ones
Slowly passed the years of doom, until one mid-winter a frost more keen than any known before froze
the sea into a floor of solid black ice. By night the swans crouched together on the rocky isle for
warmth, but each morning
 they were frozen to the ground and could free themselves only with sore pain, for they left clinging
to the ice-bound rock the soft down of their breasts, the quills from their white wings, and the
skin of their poor feet.
And when the. sun melted the ice-bound surface of the waters, and the swans swam once more in the
sea of Moyle, the salt water entered their wounds, and they well-nigh died of pain. But in time the
down on their breasts and the feathers on their wings grew, and they were healed of their wounds.
THEY WOULD SWIM FAR OUT INTO A DIM GREY WILDERNESS OF WATERS.
The years dragged on, and by day Finola and her brothers would fly toward the shores of the Green
Island of Erin, or to the rocky blue headlands of Alba, or they would swim far out into a dim grey
wilderness of waters. But ever as night fell it was their doom to return to the sea of Moyle.
One day, as they looked toward the Green Isle, they saw coming to the coast a troop of horsemen
mounted on snow-white steeds, and their armour glittered in the sun.
A cry of great joy went up from the children of Lir, for they had seen no human form since
 they spread their wings above Lake Darvra, and flew to the stormy sea of Moyle.
"Speak," said Finola to her brothers, "speak, and say if these be not our own Dedannan folk." And
Aed and Fiacra and Conn strained their eyes, and Aed answered, "It seemeth, dear sister, to me, that
it is indeed our own people."
As the horsemen drew nearer and saw the four swans, each man shouted in the Gaelic tongue, "Behold
the children of Lir!"
And when Finola and her brothers heard once more the sweet Gaelic speech, and saw the faces of their
own people, their happiness was greater than can be told. For long they were silent, but at length
Of their life on the sea of Moyle she told, of the dreary rains and blustering winds, of the giant
waves and the roaring thunder, of the black frost, and of their own poor battered and wounded
bodies. Of their loneliness of soul, of that she could not speak. "But tell us," she went on, "tell
us of our father, Lir. Lives he still, and Bove Derg, and our dear Dedannan friends?"
 Scarce could the Dedannans speak for the sorrow they had for Finola and her brothers, but they told
how Lir and Bove Derg were alive and well, and were even now celebrating the Feast of Age at the
house of Lir. "But for their longing for you, your father and friends would be happy indeed."
Glad then and of great comfort were the hearts of Finola and her brothers. But they could not hear
more, for they must hasten to fly from the pleasant shores of Erin to the sea-stream of Moyle, which
was their doom. And as they flew, Finola sang, and faint floated her voice over the kneeling host.
As the sad song grew fainter and more faint, the Dedannans wept aloud. Then, as the snow-white birds
faded from sight, the Sorrowful company turned the heads of their white steeds from the shore, and
rode southward to the home of Lir.
And when it was told there of the sufferings of Finola and her brothers, great was the sorrow of the
Dedannans. Yet was Lir glad that his children were alive, and he thought of the day when the magic
spell would be broken,
 and those so dear to him would be freed from their bitter woe.
Once more were ended three hundred years of doom, and glad were the four white swans to leave the
cruel sea of Moyle. Yet might they fly only to the wild Western Sea, and tempest-tossed as before,
here they in no way escaped the pitiless fury of wind and wave. Worse than aught they had before
endured was a frost that drove the brothers to despair. Well-nigh frozen to a rock, they one night
cried aloud to Finola that they longed for death. And she, too, would fain have died.
But that same night did a dream come to the swan-maiden, and, when she awoke, she cried to her
brothers to take heart. "Believe, dear brothers, in the great God who hath created the earth with
its fruits and the sea with its terrible wonders. Trust in Him, and He will yet save you." And her
brothers answered, "We will trust."
And Finola also put her trust in God, and they all fell into a deep slumber.
When the children of Lir awoke, behold! the
 sun shone, and thereafter, until the three hundred years on the Western Sea were ended, neither wind
nor wave nor rain nor frost did hurt to the four swans.
On a grassy isle they lived and sang their wondrous songs by day, and by night they nestled together
on their soft couch, and awoke in the morning to sunshine and to peace. And there on the grassy
island was their home, until the three hundred years were at an end. Then Finola called to her
brothers, and tremblingly she told, and tremblingly they heard, that they might now fly eastward to
seek their own old home.
Lightly did they rise on outstretched wings, and swiftly did they fly until they reached land. There
they alighted and gazed each at the other, but too great for speech was their joy. Then again did
they spread their wings and fly above the green grass on and on, until they reached the hills and
trees that surrounded their old home. But, alas! only the ruins of Lir's dwelling were left. Around
was a wilderness overgrown with rank grass, nettles, and weeds.
 Too downhearted to stir, the swans slept that night within the ruined walls of their old home, but,
when day broke, each could no longer bear the loneliness, and again they flew westward. And it was
not until they came to Inis Glora that they alighted. On a small lake in the heart of the island
they made their home, and, by their enchanting music, they drew to its shores all the birds of the
west, until the lake came to be called "The Lake of the Bird-flocks."
Slowly passed the years, but a great longing filled the hearts of the children of Lir. When would
the good Saint come to Erin? When would the chime of the Christ-bell peal over land and sea?
One rosy dawn the swans awoke among the rushes of the Lake of the Bird-flocks, and strange and faint
was the sound that floated to them from afar. Trembling, they nestled close the one to the other,
until the brothers stretched their wings and fluttered hither and thither in great fear. Yet
trembling they flew back to their sister, who had remained silent among the sedges. Crouching by her
 asked, "What, dear sister, can be the strange, faint sound that steals across our island?"
With quiet, deep joy Finola answered, "Dear brothers, it is the chime of the Christ-bell that ye
hear, the Christ-bell of which we have dreamed through thrice three hundred years. Soon the spell
will be broken, soon our sufferings will end." Then did Finola glide from the shelter of the sedges
across the rose-lit lake, and there by the shore of the Western Sea she chanted a song of hope.
Calm crept into the hearts of the brothers as Finola sang, and, as she ended, once more the chime
stole across the isle. No longer did it strike terror into the hearts of the children of Lir, rather
as a note of peace did it sink into their souls.
Then, when the last chime died, Finola said, "Let us sing to the great King of Heaven and Earth."
Far stole the sweet strains of the white swans, far across Inis Glora, until they reached the good
Saint Kemoc, for whose early prayers the Christ-bell had chimed.
And he, filled with wonder at the surpassing
 sweetness of the music, stood mute, but when it was revealed unto him that the voices he heard were
the voices of Finola and Aed and Fiacra and Conn, who thanked the High God for the chime of the
Christ-bell, he knelt and also gave thanks, for it was to seek the children of Lir that the Saint
had come to Inis Glora.
In the glory of noon, Kemoc reached the shore of the little lake, and saw four white swans gliding
on its waters. And no need had the Saint to ask whether these indeed were the children of Lir.
Rather did he give thanks to the High God who had brought him hither.
IT WAS SAINT KEMOC.
Then gravely the good Kemoc said to the swans, "Come ye now to land, and put your trust in me, for
it is in this place that ye shall be freed from your enchantment."
These words the four white swans heard with great joy, and coming to the shore they placed
themselves under the care of the Saint. And he led them to his cell, and there they dwelt with him.
And Kemoc sent to Erin for a skilful workman, and ordered that two slender chains of shining silver
 Betwixt Finola and Aed did he clasp one silver chain, and with the other did he bind Fiacra and
Then did the children of Lir dwell with the holy Kemoc, and he taught them the wonderful story of
Christ that he and Saint Patrick had brought to the Green Isle. And the story so gladdened their
hearts that the misery of their past sufferings was well-nigh forgotten, and they lived in great
happiness with the Saint. Dear to him were they, dear as though they had been his own children.
Thrice three hundred years had gone since Eva had chanted the fate of the children of Lir. "Until
Decca be the Queen of Largnen, until the good Saint come to Erin, and ye hear the chime of the
Christ-bell, shall ye not be delivered from your doom."
The good Saint had indeed come, and the sweet chimes of the Christ-bell had been heard, and the fair
Decca was now the Queen of King Largnen.
Soon were tidings brought to Decca of the swan-maiden and her three swan-brothers. Strange tales did
she hear of their haunting
 songs. It was told her, too, of their cruel miseries. Then begged she her husband, the King, that he
would go to Kemoc and bring to her these human birds.
But Largnen did not wish to ask Kemoc to part with the swans, and therefore he did not go.
Then was Decca angry, and swore she would live no longer with Largnen, until he brought the singing
swans to the palace. And that same night she set out for her father's kingdom in the south.
Nevertheless Largnen loved Decca, and great was his grief when he heard that she had fled. And he
commanded messengers to go after her, saying he would send for the white swans if she would but come
back. Therefore Decca returned to the palace, and Largnen sent to Kemoc to beg of him the four white
swans. But the messenger returned without the birds.
Then was Largnen wroth, and set out himself for the cell of Kemoc. But he found the Saint in the
little church, and before the altar were the four white swans.
 "Is it truly told me that you refused these birds to Queen Decca?" asked the King. "It is truly
told," replied Kemoc.
Then Largnen was more wroth than before, and seizing the silver chain of Finola and Aed in the one
hand, and the chain of Fiacra and Conn in the other, he dragged the birds from the altar and down
the aisle, and it seemed as though he would leave the church. And in great fear did the Saint
But to! as they reached the door, the snow-white feathers of the four swans fell to the ground, and
the children of Lir were delivered from their doom. For was not Decca the bride of Largnen, and the
good Saint had he not come, and the chime of the Christ-bell was it not heard in the land?
But aged and feeble were the children of Lir. Wrinkled were their once fair faces, and bent their
little white bodies.
At the sight Largnen, affrighted, fled from the church, and the good Kemoc cried aloud, "Woe to
thee, O King!"
Then did the children of Lir turn toward the Saint, and thus Finola spake: "Baptize us
 now, we pray thee, for death is nigh. Heavy with sorrow are our hearts that we must part from thee,
thou holy one, and that in loneliness must thy days on earth be spent. But such is the will of the
High God. Here let our graves be digged, and here bury our four bodies, Conn standing at my right
side, Fiacra at my left, and Aed before my face, for thus did I shelter my dear brothers for thrice
three hundred years "neath wing and breast."
Then did the good Kemoc baptize the children of Lir, and thereafter the Saint looked up, and to! he
saw a vision of four lovely children with silvery wings, and faces radiant as the sun; and as he
gazed they floated ever upward, until they were lost in a mist of blue. Then was the good Kemoc
glad, for he knew that they had gone to Heaven.
But, when he looked downward, four worn bodies lay at the church door, and Kemoc wept sore.
And the Saint ordered a wide grave to be digged close by the little church, and there were the
children of Lir buried, Conn standing at Finola's right hand, and Fiacra at her
 left, and before her face her twin brother Aed.
And the grass grew green above them, and a white tombstone bore their names, and across the grave
floated morning and evening the chime of the sweet Christ-bell.
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