Hanrahan, that was never long in one place, was back again among the villages that are at the foot of Slieve Echtge, Illeton and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one house and sometimes in another, and finding a wele in every place for the sake of the old times and of his poetry and his learning. There was some silver and some copper money itle leather bag under his coat, but it was seldom he o take anything from it, for it was little he used, and there was not one of the people that would have taken payment from him. His hand had grown heavy on the blackthorn he leaned on, and his cheeks were hollow and worn, but so far as food went, potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake, he had what he wanted of it; and it is not on the edge of so wild and boggy a place as Echtge a mug of spirits would be wanting, with the taste of the turf smoke on it. He would wander about the big wood at Kinadife, or he would sit through many hours of the day among the rushes about Lake Belshragh, listening to the streams from the hills, or watg the shadows in the brown bog pools; sitting so quiet as not to startle the deer that came down from the heather to the grass and the tilled fields at the fall of night. As the days went by it seemed as if he was beginning to belong to some world out of sight and misty, that has for its mearing the colours that are beyond all other colours and the silehat are beyond all silences of this world. And sometimes he would hear ing and going in the wood music that when it stopped went from his memory like a dream; and on the stillness of midday he heard a sound like the clashing of many swords, that went on for long time without any break. And at the fall of night and at moohe lake would grow to be like a gateway of silver and shining stones, and there would e from its silehe faint sound of keening and htened laughter broken by the wind, and many pale being hands.
He was sitting looking into the water one evening in harvest time, thinking of all the secrets that were shut into the lakes and the mountains, when he heard a cry ing from the south, very faint at first, but getting louder and clearer as the shadow of the rushes grew loill he could hear the words, I am beautiful, I am beautiful; the birds in the air, the moths uhe leaves, the flies over the water look at me, for they never saw any one so beautiful as myself. I am young; I am young: look upon me, mountains; look upon me, perishing woods, for my body will shine like the white waters when you have been hurried away. You and the whole raen, and the race of the beasts and the race of the fish and the winged race are dropping like a dle that is nearly burned out, but I laugh out because I am in my youth. The voice would break off from time to time, as if tired, and then it would begin again, calling out always the same words, I am beautiful, I am beautiful. Presently the bushes at the edge of the little lake trembled for a moment, and a very old woman forced her way among them, and passed by Hanrahan, walking with very slow steps. Her face was of the colour of earth, and more wrihan the face of any old hag that was ever seen, and her grey hair was hanging in wisps, and the rags she was wearing did not hide her dark skin that was roughened by all weathers.
She passed by him with her eyes wide open, and her head high, and her arms hanging straight beside her, and she went into the shadow of the hills towards the west.
A sort of dread came over