The Washer of the Ford: Legendary moralities and barbaric tales. Sharp William

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       William Sharp

      The Washer of the Ford: Legendary moralities and barbaric tales

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664607850

Table of Contents

       PROLOGUE

       THE WASHER OF THE FORD

       II

       III

       MUIME CHRIOSD

       ST. BRIDE OF THE ISLES

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       THE FISHER OF MEN

       THE LAST SUPPER

       THE DARK NAMELESS ONE

       THE THREE MARVELS OF HY

       I THE FESTIVAL OF THE BIRDS

       II THE SABBATH OF THE FISHES AND THE FLIES

       III THE MOON-CHILD

       THE ANNIR-CHOILLE

       II

       III

       IV

       THE SHADOW-SEERS

       I THE SIGHT [7]

       II THE DARK HOUR OF FERGUS

       III THE WHITE FEVER

       IV THE SMOOTHING OF THE HAND

       SEANACHAS [14]

       THE SONG OF THE SWORD

       THE FLIGHT OF THE CULDEES

       MIRCATH

       THE LAUGHTER OF SCATHACH THE QUEEN

       ULA AND URLA [16]

PROLOGUE

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      (TO KATHIA)

      I find, under the boughs of love and hate, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way.

      The Rose upon the Rood of Time.

      TO you, in your far-away home in Provence, I send these tales out of the remote North you love so well, and so well understand. The same blood is in our veins, a deep current somewhere beneath the tide that sustains us. We have meeting-places that none knows of; we understand what few can understand; and we share in common a strange and inexplicable heritage. It is because you, who are called Kathia of the Sunway, are also Kathia nan Ciar, Kathia of the Shadow, it is because you are what you are that I inscribe this book to you. In it you will find much that is familiar to you, though you may never have read or heard anything of the kind; for there is a reality, beneath the unfamiliar accident, which may be recognised in a moment as native to the secret life that lives behind the brain and the wise nerves with their dim ancestral knowledge.

      The greater portion of this book deals with the remote life of a remote past. “The Shadow-Seers,” however, though of to-day, may equally be of yesterday or to-morrow; and as for “The Last Supper” or “The Fisher of Men,” they are of no time or date, for they are founded upon elemental facts which are modified but not transformed by the changing years.

      It may be the last of its kind I shall write—at any rate, for a time. I would like it to be associated with you, to whom not only the mystery but the pagan sentiment and the old barbaric emotion are so near. With the second sight of the imagination we can often see more clearly in the perspectives of the past than in the maze of the present; and most clearly when we recognise that, below the accidents of time and circumstance, the present is but a reflection of that past to which we belong—belong, as intimately and inalienably, as to the hour wherein happily content we swing to those anchors which we do not see are linked to us by ropes of sand.

       If I am eager to have my say on other aspects of our Celtic life in the remoter West Highlands and in the Isles: now with the idyllic, now with the tragic, now with the grotesque, the humorous, the pathetic, with all the medley cast from the looms of Life—all that

      “… from the looms of Life are spun,

       Warp of shadow and woof of sun—”

      and if, too, I long to express anew something of that wonderful historic romance in which we of our race and country are so rich, I am not likely to forget those earlier dreams which are no whit less realities—realities of the present seen through an inverted glass—which have been, and are, so full of inspiration and of a strange and terrible beauty.

      But one to whom life appeals by a myriad avenues, all alluring and full of wonder and mystery, cannot always abide where the heart longs most to be. It is well to remember that there are shadowy waters even in the cities, and that the Fount of Youth is discoverable in the dreariest towns as well as in Hy Bràsil: a truth apt