Tagged: James Stephens

CHAPTER I EVENING was drawing nigh, and the Fianna-Finn had decided to hunt no more that day. The hounds were whistled to heel, and a sober, homeward march began. For men will walk soberly...

He was a king, a seer and a poet. He was a lord with a manifold and great train. He was our magician, our knowledgable one, our soothsayer. All that he did was sweet...

“A powerful person!” said Finnian. “All that,” was the reply. “We shall try this person’s power,” said Finnian. “He is reputed to be a wise and hardy man,” said his informant. “We shall test...