"Aye, that we are," said Dagda grimly. His massive face was black with rage. "Captured like children by Tethra's dark devils! Outworlder, your crazy expedition hither has led us into a trap where I'll die without ever fighting in the last grand battle."
He strode the room furiously. "See how this ocher radiance shrouds all the castle? It is no more light, but a shield of force that Tethra's science has flung forth to ward the lightning-loosing weapons of my people. Yes, the struggle will be bitter. And I to take no part in itr
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He was still growling curses when the door was unlocked. Black-mailed Fomor-ian guards with flame-swords entered the room.
"You go before Tethra now," snapped their officer. And as Dagda started ominously toward him, he added, "Resist, and you die here."
Brian Cullan made no resistance. He walked amid the alert guards with the swearing giant, with desperate hope that at least each stride might take him nearer Fand.
Dank and cold, flooded with the weird ocher radiance, were the black stone corridors of the castle Mruun. They came finally into a vast, vaulted room that Cullan well remembered — Tethra's throne-room.
Tethra himself stood by his throne, amid guards and captains, but Cullan gave mm bo second glance. For running towaru him flashed the slim white figure of Fand.
"Cuchulain, you've thrown your life away by following me here!" she cried, in his arms.
Tears blurred her brilliant green eyes and wet her white face. As he crushed her close he felt the shiver of dread in her pliant body, and knew that it was dread for him.
But Cullan felt an incredible, soaring joy.
He had won back to her through the dangers of two worlds, and somehow he would hold her. "Fand! Fand!"
"They have us both, now," she whispered. "And they have the Gateway mechanism, down in the lowest level of this castle. And now—"
Cullan turned his head, and felt the
raw red anger creep back into his mind as he met Te'thra's gaze.
The Fomorian king stood, tall and dark in his black mail, eyeing Cullan's face with strange intentness. Again, it seemed to Cullan there was something vaguely familiar in Tethra's dark, strong, aging face.
"Cuchulain, in very trudi!" whispered Tethra, incredulously. "But how can it be? Long ages have passed in the out-world since Cuchulain was born there."
Cullan answered harshly, fearlessly. "I am not the Hound. But he was my ancestor, long ago."
A strange, throbbing emotion showed in Tethra's eyes. His dark, sardonic face was not mocking now. It was yearning, glad.
"Now I understand!" he exclaimed. "Yes, you are Cuchulain reborn. In your veins flows his blood—and mine."
"Your blood?" Cullan cried, astounded. "Do you mean—"
"I was Cuchulain's father, long ago on Earth," said the Fomorian king. "Your forefather, my son!"
CHAPTER V /^ULLAN was stunned, numbed. He ^^^ saw shock and horror in Fand's white face as she looked up at him. He strove to open his mouth to deny.
But Tethra was speaking quickly, almost eagerly, his burning eyes clinging to Cullan's face as he spoke.
"It was half my lifetime ago, centuries ago in your time, that I led my Fomor-ians to invasion and conquest in your Earth. There I loved an Earth maiden and to us was born a son, that Setanta who later won for himself the name Cuchulain.
"When Lugh and his Tuathans drove
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us back into this world, my son was left on Earth. But I yearned for him, and left command for him to seek me in this world when he reached manhood. And Cuchulain came, hut he never found me. For he tarried with Fand until Lugh discovered his presence and forced him to return to Earth.
"For Lugh knew that he was my son! And Lugh knew when he saw you that you are the son of my blood reborn. That is why the Tuathan king showed you to me, by the shape-sending. Lugh meant to bargain with me, to exchange you to me for Fand."
Fand had shrunk out of Cullan's arms and the shade of horror and loathing on her face was stronger as she looked at him. And giant Dagda was glaring at him.
"It can't be true!" Cullan exclaimed. "I've no Fomorian blood, none of Tcth-ra's blood, in me!"
"It is true!" Tethra affirmed. "Lugh returned later in image to offer me the
exchange. He kept you ignorant of it all,
of course."
Fatal conviction gripped Cullan, as he remembered Lugh's mysterious hints.
And now, too, Brian Cullan realized why
it was that Tethra's dark face was
vaguely familiar. It was a mirror of his
own face!
Tethra uttered a ringing laugh. "And
now Lugh has been tricked for all his
wily ways. I have Fand and the Gateway,
and also I have you, the son I longed
for."
He raised his voice. "Captains of
Fomoria, hail my son Cuchulain. reborn
and returned to me!"
From the black-mailed Fomorian lords
came a roar of welcoming shouts. But
Cullan was deaf to them as he turned wildly to the girl.
"Fand, this has not changed me! Even if I have Tethra's blood, my heart u with the Tuatha and with you!"
Clouded by the horror of a deep and ancient racial hate, Fand's white face looked up at him. Then that cloud vanished, and her green eyes flamed love and loyalty, as she stepped back toward him.
"I believe you, Cuchulain!" she whispered.
Angry murmurs rose from the Fomorian captains. And Tethra strode forward, astounded.
"You know not what you say, Cuchulain ! You are my son, heir now to my power. Not only power over Fomoria's misty isles but power also soon over that Earth from which you ranie."
TTIS dark eyes glowed and burned. ■*■-*- "Once we pour through the Gateway, our science will crush all there who resist us. The battle will be great, but with a world as stakes. Surely such battle, such empire, must allure you if you have blood of mine."
Cullan, despite himself, did feel that tempting strike a strange, responsive chord within him. A chord of that savage ancestral personality that more than once had dominated him, he knew k to be.
Wild, dark blood of long-dead Cuchulain, blood of this ruthless king before him, running strong in his own veins,— that was what he had to fight against.
"No, Tethra!" he said harshly. "My loyalty is to Earth and to the Tuatha who protects it from you."
Tethra's dark eyes blazed anger. "Ha« this white witch-girl made you a milk-
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sop? Will you turn against me when—"
Terrible interruption prevented him from finishing. A thunderous shock and roar shook the castle M rutin to its foundations. Outside the windows flared blinding light that dimmed the ocher radiance within to dullness.
Again and again came the flashes and rocking shocks. Cries were raised, and Tethra spun around wiLh sword flaming in his hand as a Fomorian warrior rnsh-ed into the thronechamber.
"The Tuatlia fleet has come! Lugh's weapons loose their forces against the castle!"
Tethra's strong, undaunted voice rose to dominate the uproar. "To the defense, all! Lugh's warriors cannot enter here unless his weapons shatter our shield of force, and that they cannot do."
Answering with fierce yells, the Fomonao captains raced out of the throne-room. Tethra delayed to shout an order to the guards of the room.
"Bind them to the pillars, all three of them!" he ordered, pointing to Cullan and Fand and Dagda. "But see that none harms them.''
As the order was hastily obeyed, as the three were bound to three of the pillars along the wall of the vaulted chamber, the alert flame-swords of the guards prevented possibility of resistance.
Tethra lingered a moment, his powerful face dark with unguessable emotions as he looked into Cullan's eyes.
"You should be standing by my side in this battle, Cuchulain," he said. "But when we have b
eaten the Tuatha back, we will talk again of that."
He hastened out, a martial, mail-clad figure, followed by all but a few of the guards. Again, and again, the terrific
lightning-flares of released forces blazed outside trie castle and rocked it wildly.
But Cullan saw that the shielding ocher radiance now was burning stronger all through and around the castle. And other outleapmg flares of force outside the windows told that the Fomorians were striking back at the Tuathan attackers.
Dagda, wild with fury, strained at his bonds. "To be tied here like a calf while the fate of all is decided!" bellowed the giant.
Fand, princess of a warrior race, cried tu Cullan unafraid. "Cuchulain, if Lugh's great powers can force a way, all may yet be saved!"
Hell of other-world combat was raging now on the cliffs of Mruun, Cullan knew. Thunder and flare of titanic weapons seemed to set all the island shuddering as it reached terrible intensity.
And strongly, strongly, within him stirred that dark, wild battle-passion that was inheritance from the Hound. Why was he not out there in thai mad fight?
"The shield of Mruun is failing " Fand cried, her silver voice exultant. "See, the radiance dies!"
TT WAS true. The other glow of subtle force that had protected the castle was dimming, going out.
Crash on crash of thunderous, blazing force now smote unopposed into the massive pile. Walls began to crack and crumble, great blocks of stone to hurtle down into the quaning throne-room.
Cullan heard wild, exultant shouting somewhere out on the fringes of that stunning conflict. And Dagda's pale eyes flared.
"The Tuatha sweep into Mruun! Lugh's powers have breached a way for them'"-
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Into the throne-room nqw eerily lit by the continuous flares outside, canie pouring a battered, disorganized remnant of the Fomorians.
Tethra, dusty, bloody and disheveled but with hou-courage blazing in his face, strode toward Cullan.
"The battle here is lost to Lugh's secret science-weapons, my son I But our plan is not yet lost if we can escape. And the only escape now for us and our warriors is through the Gateway to Earth. The mechanism of the Gateway is below, and ivith it are the boats and weapons we prepared. This girl can operate it to take us through.
"Tell her to do it, Cuchulain! She loves you and will obey. Once in Earth, we can soon find way to bring through all the rest of our Fomorians, and so we will have snatched victor)' from Lug'n."
Cullan, bound to the pillar, shook Ins head. 'No! Do not do what they ask, Fand! They must not go through into Earth."
A Fomorian captain sprang raging forward with shining sword uplifted to strike a* Cullan,
"This Cuchulain the king calls son is traitor to us f he roared. "He dies with the other two now."
Tefhra whirled and stabbed, his sword like a living brand of light. Its point ripped into the throat of the charging Fomorian and the man staggered and fell with his whole head blasted and blackened.
"No man kills the son of my blood, even though he fights against us!" flamed Tethra to the furious Fomorians.
"Then you can die with him!" howled voices, and his followers rushed with uplifted swords toward him.
Tethra's sword flashed with incredible
speed, to cut through the bonds that held Cullan to the pillar. And then that terrible blade sang to blast down the two foremost of his attackers.
Brian Cullan, freed, swiftly stooped and snatched up the sword of the dead Fomorian at his feet. Triggering its force into its blade he sprang to Tethra's side to hold back the attackers from Dagda and Fand.
Tethra, striking and stabbing at the black-mailed onrush, shouted with fierce voice. "We two are match enough for these snarling wolves of mine, Cuchulain I"
/CUCHULAIN? Yes, Cullan felt be ^-* was all Cuchulain in this red moment as he fought beside the tall Fomorian king. For the last and most terrible time, as he fought to protect Fand, there dominated him the wild, dark spirit of the ancient Hound.
Brutal faces went down, blasted before the shining, stabbing blades of Tethra and himself. Fomorians maddened by rage tripped over their fellows' bodies and could not rise again before death smote them. Mad battle-passion of a dark and ancient blood roared out in the fierce war-sltout that Cullan could not recognize as his own voice.
Tethra staggered suddenly, his whole side blasted where r. sword had finally touched him. But as he toppled, the exultant wolf-cry of the maddened Fomorians changed to shouts of fear.
"The Tuatha !"
They were bursting into the throne-room, silver-mailed Tuatha warriors whose flame-swords cut into the dark Fomorians.
In moments, there were no black-mailed wairiors left standing in that bloody.
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shattered room. And a great silence seemed suddenly to descend upon captured Mruun.
Brian Cullan had stumbled to the pillars, to free Fand and Dagda, The girl clung sobbing to him. He turned, as Lugh entered the throne-room with more of his silver host.
But it was toward prostrate Tethra that Cullan turned. He bent over the Fo-morian king, whose strong face looked up at him dark and proud even as it stiffened with the approach of death.
Tethra whispered, "You fought beside me as I dreamed once of my son fighting. Blood answers the call of its own, Cuchulain."
He was dead, with the whisper. Queerly, Cullan felt a stinging in his eyes. And he rose to see Giant Dagda make a gesture of salute toward the dead, black-mailed figure.
"Whatever else Tethra was, he was a warrioi !" boomed the big Tuatha.
Lugh, his face still somber, was speaking to Cullan. "You proved this day that you were no enemy to our race despite your blood, outworlder. You can stay now in this world, if you wish."
If he wished? To stay here in this world of wonder and of beauty with Fand ? Cullan took her in his arms for answer.
Golden mists, golden day, glowed warmly over the smiling yellow ocean as the fleet of Tuatha boats neared the end of its long journey homeward.
Lugh's craft drove beside that in which Brian Cullan sat with Fand.
The Tuatha lord called to them across the water.
"We go to Thandara. But you will to Hthne, for there is Fand's home as guardian of the Gateway. It has been cleared of its dead and others of my folk wili re-people it."
Thus the fleet split, the smaller portion bearing Fand and Cullan and the recovered Gateway eastward through the remembered islands.
Through the golden mists, Ethne rose in all its bubble beauty beneath that eternal rainbow of water across the sky. Cullan, with Fand in his arms, looked raptly. He had found his lost elysium, had awakened from the drab dream of Earth. He was coming home at last.
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That was just six hours after I saw Mrs. Lsnnisfree.
And that is why I don't believe it when
they say that Mr. Lannisfree took his wife out off the coast of Maine that day almost a month ago and pushed her into the water and drowned her because he was jealous of that other man they say Mrs. Lannisfree liked, even if her bod}' was recovered, because I saw her just as plain as I see you now, with the moonlight white on her face and hands, walking through the woods toward the sea.
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British composers, Arnold Bax, composed a beautiful symphonic tone-poem which pictures the golden Elysium of the Celts. Il is called "The Garden of Fand."
I should also add, perhaps, for those who may wish to explore this fascinating subject further, that beside Rolles-ton's fine popular book there are standard
works by Rhys, Leahy, Joyce and many others- There is also a vast deal of material on every aspect of this subject in the standard encyclopediae of religion and folk-lore.
Edmond Hamilton.
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tired of modern realism, and wishes a story of romance, mystery and wonder, a story that only a poet could have written. It is a tale of love and adventure among the mountains of Afghanistan, a tale dominated by the weird and inscrutable forces of the eas:, and by an over-towering destiny personified in Yulada. the great stone woman on the peak. It is also the tale of Dan Prescott, a lost member of an American geological expedition, who crosses "The Mountain of Vanished Men" to pass his days among the Iban-dru, a quaint mountain people that disappear mysteriously each year "when the bird3 fly south." And it is likewise the tale of the love of Prescott and dark-eyed, auburn-haired Yasma, an impetuous young daughter of the tribe.
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IT LOOKS as innocent as Coralie herself— that cranberry goblet. It has been in Michael's family for many years—the last of a set once owned, perhaps, by his grandparents. But no one really knows. Micliael himself doesn't know. It has just been around for as long as he can remember. Square at the tup, slightly convex at- the sides, its bowl is the color of ripe cranberries—a live glowing scarlet, deepening sometimes to ruby; its stem and base are of rock crystal, clear and.beautifully cut.
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