y beganto go in expectation and terror, for they both knew and didnot know that which they were bound for. As they toiled desolately up the rustling and whisperingside of a low hill the maid chanced to look back, and whenshe looked back she screamed and pointed, and clung toBecfolas arm. Becfola… … II THE WOOING OF BECFOLA 145 Run to the trees yonder, her mistress ordered. Wewill climb them and sit among the branches. They ran then, the maid moaning and lamenting all thewhile. I cannot climb a tree, she sobbed, I shall be eatenby the wolves. And that was true. But her mistress climbed a tree,…
Fairy tales, Irish
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