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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Section eleven of Deirdre by James Stephens, Book two, chapters
one and two. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
Reading by Michel Frye Matenuge, Louisiana, Chapter one. Time flies,
(00:21):
scattering on all that had seemed important, the ash of forgetfulness,
and so crowding memory into memory, that the thing we
recollect has no longer the shape or color that strode
against us once upon a time. For all men but
the dreamer, time flies, But it may be stationary for
him who can recreate in the night all that he
(00:44):
forces to oblivion in the morning, His woeful Yesterday's can
be timely at any time, for nothing that touches him
will rust or fade, and he may be seen to
WinCE at a word which his contemporaries have lost the
significance of the seven years that passed had not touched Ganahur.
(01:05):
He was still the masterful king, the unremitting law giver.
He was still the idol of his people. What would
a banquet in the red branch be if the king
were away? But he was never absent, And wherever there
was music or frolic or laughter, the son of Ness
was urging it on, and would be eager for more.
(01:25):
When the youngest companion was wearied too, stupidity, not time,
nor thought could blunt the edge of his bodily or
mental energy. So vast was it, and misfortune beat as
unavailingly against him as the wind did against oagn Amenia.
To be energetic and selsufficing is to be happy. But
(01:47):
while one desire remains in the heart, happiness may not
come there, For to desire is to be incomplete. It
is the badge of dependence, the signal of unhappiness, and
to be freed from that is to be freed from
every fetter that can possibly be forged. Man becomes God
when he finds his satisfactions within himself. But his dreams,
(02:10):
then are other than those that harried Kanahur, as a
pack of hounds harry a fox. For Ulster might forget,
and those who had not been outraged might forgive. But
he would not forget or forgive until he was as
dead as those should be against whom his mind was
directed like the point of a secret spear. Deirdre and
(02:34):
the sons of Ishnach had fled to Scotland, where they
had kinsmen and acquaintances who had grown up with them
in immine Maka, as fosterages from the Scottish courts, or
as lords and captains in Kanahur's mercenary armies. They may
have met Kokoulan there, for it would be about that
(02:54):
time that he was under the tuition of female warrior,
and which skatak, and if so, they should have met
his comrade Frediad also he who was to assail the
Ford afterwards with what a hand. And it may have
been during their exile that Cocoulin fell in love with
Schaetok's daughter, and that the child was born. Who would
(03:16):
receive such a woeful stroke on Balia's strand. It is
one of the wise arrangements of providence that no person
can either eat of the same thing or talk of
the same thing for more than a week. And so,
when gossip's time had passed, Ulster, unless it might be
to some traveling historian, spoke no more of the king's misfortune.
(03:39):
Such a historian would have learned that Deirdore was tall
and short, and that she was dark and fair and sallow.
For all women he interviewed would lend their own contours
and complexion to such a heroine, and would, as they
reprobated or forgave, endow her with the moral qualities which
they best appreciated their own. Laversham could tell the truth,
(04:03):
and so could Connahor, but they would not be questioned
for some years to come. The king had downfaced the
whole matter from the start. He went to the chase
that day, he sat at the banquet, that night, he
visited his foreign troops. The next day, and the day
after he inspected the fortifications at the pass of the Fuse,
(04:24):
and a length of the Black Pig's dike on either side.
There was a boy troop to be reviewed, and their
competitions to be scrutinized. There were the unending ceremonies of
the court, the judgment seats, and of the embassies. From
all parts of his realm and from overseas. There were
gifts to be received and returned, counsels to be given
(04:47):
and listened to. There was an eternal variety of occupations
for the king, who, although he might employ a day
of eighteen hours work, could have something yet to think of.
Ere he slept. Cookoulin and Konak Kirnoch had been equal
kings with him, but they had Leversham had assisted in
(05:08):
that surrendered their powers to Connahur, who was now known
and described as Emperor of Ulster. What allegiance he gave
to the High King of Ireland we do not know,
and it may have been part of his plan to
arrive at that dignity himself. A Connocht Prince was then
(05:28):
and for a thousand years afterwards, High King of Ireland.
And although the effort of Connacht and Ulster to achieve
supreme rule may now be forgotten, the effects of those
bitter wars lasted longer than a historian would dare to count.
So far as Ulster was concerned, the king might have
been at ease. His honor was as safe as his kingdom.
(05:51):
And as for the other actors in his drama, their
condition was so manifestly gentle, and their youth so extreme,
that no tank of ugliness or treachery could remain in
the tale or in the mind of the person who
heard it. It could, in a while have been told
of as a regrettable, childish misadventure, and one which not
(06:12):
even the King need further remember. But the King remembered.
It was to escape such a memory that he plunged
into affairs and banquets, and a whole roistering self expenditure,
which would have devitalized any other man. He prolonged his
day until it could not, for very weariness, be further extended.
(06:34):
And then he went to bed. No, he went to
Deirdre's bed, where Anetius slept, and over which he hovered sleepless,
though in sleep, and in a torment that poisoned the
very sunlight when he awakened. Chapter two, Conahua Macnessa was
preparing a feast. Household. Banquets were common matters at his court,
(06:59):
but this was to be a state banquet, and every
person who could be thought of as noble or notable
was invited to the red branch. As well as an
aristocracy of birth, there was in every Irish court an
elite of excellence. Those who were foremost in learning the
arts or the crafts had the privilege of visiting the king,
(07:20):
equally with those whose merit rose from their father's graves
or their skill at arms. A king was then close
to his people, and he was, by training in habit
a connoisseur in many things which all could understand. A
commonwealth of taste is the only one which can admit equality.
(07:40):
It is democracy. He could command with knowledge the man
who built a house or the man who did the
carvings in it. He could speak to the maker of
his chariots or the breaker of his horses, in terms
that apprehended to the last shading the matter that was
being discussed, and so to the expert who cured his bacon,
(08:01):
or the sturdy master who superintended the brewing of his beer.
All arts were household arts, All crafts were arts, and
the knowledge of these was culture. A gentleman would know
of all the music that was worthy of being played,
for a musical person formed part of every household. He
would remember the songs that had outlived time, and could
(08:24):
discuss their excellences. And the only art which he needed
regard as occult would be poetry itself. For while all
other arts come by memory and experiment, poetry, which is
not an art, comes solely by grace. Lavisham said Kanehor,
Have you heard any talk of the banquet? Indeed, Master,
(08:47):
I have heard nothing else. Will there be any notable absentees,
none but those who were dying of wounds and sickness,
Cokulin has stayed at home for some time now, for
a year after marriage, one is still newly married. The
conversation woman submitted, I fear that boy's love for me
(09:09):
has bounds. Conohur pursued. The king has been too kind
to him, cried Laversham harshly. The king cannot help himself,
he corrected, for I love the lad and I could
no more do him an ill turn than I could
do one to myself. I too love him, said Laversham.
(09:31):
But he is more forward than is proper, even in
a prince. Can you tell me, Laversham, why he objected
to my sovereign privilege with his wife pride, she replied briefly.
He is prouder than ten kings. It is so, and
it is a gentleman's prerogative to be proud. He continued,
(09:54):
But if such objections were allowed, government would become impossible.
Do the people will still talk of his refusal? The
people know that the king did sleep with ever, Yes,
they may know that, But do they know that Fergus
slept on the other side of her as a guard? No,
(10:15):
she replied. That is known to but five people, and
they are all loyal to the King tell me, and
ConA Hoora scrutinized her gravely. Do you love Cockulin better
than me? I love you best of all, master, said Leversham.
I think you do, my friend. But they say that
(10:37):
every woman loves the coup. As to Fergus, he muttered
and went silent for a moment. I do not yet
know how much Fergus loves me. I am not sure
that a loyal man would have undertaken a duty against
his sovereign, such as Fergus accepted for co Coulin. He
(10:58):
did it because he loves both of you, Master, And
it is surely better that such an arrangement should be
known only between friends, possibly, said Kanahor. And yet I
passed my word that if my right was conceited, I
would not touch the girl. Is a king's word not
accepted any longer by those Fergusons and Coculins. He cried furiously.
(11:24):
It was Coculin's doing, said she. It may have been Fergus's,
he retorted, and went moodily silent. Who knows what that
man thinks of feasts, said Laversham. He loves food. I
was tempted. The King gritted to try in the night
whether he dared obstruct me, and to see if he
(11:46):
dared thrust the sword he went to bed with into
his king. But I had passed my word. If he
continued irritably, the coup had only asked conal kirnach or
rouge keyed men, or any gentleman of the household to
be his surety instead of the man he did ask,
I could have borne it. Leversham chuckled, respectfully. How did
(12:12):
that night pass? Master? She inquired, Kunihor gave a great laugh.
Fergus and I went to bed, and the girl went
to bed between us, and we all had our clothes on.
My bed is small enough for me when I am alone.
But to pack a large girl into it with all
her clothes on, and then to pack an overgrown, vast
(12:34):
bullock of a man like Fergus into it also cannot
be done. I made but one resolved that night that
on no account would I be pushed out of my
own bed. And I was not. But every time that
Fergus closed an eye, he fell on the floor, and
the girl woke up and screamed. Leversham a shrill titter,
(12:56):
and begged the king's pardon. How did ever behave she asked?
She went to sleep, said ConA, hoor sourly. She slept
hard and kicked hard for seven long hours. And this
I know that if she has the round knee of
a woman, which she has, for it was thudded into
my back a thousand times, she has also the sharp
(13:20):
elbows of a girl, so that after a time it
seemed to me that there was a bundle of live
bodkins in the bed. I never knew how long a
night could be until that night, and we had even
to prolong it out of courtesy to the lady. I
shall keep a painful memory of that sweet girl until
(13:41):
I die, And the coup is welcome to every royal
remittance he can desire on her behalf. But now about
the banquet? Is everything in order? Everything, Master, the brewers,
the bakers, the cooks, they have their equipment and instructions.
Your butlers must answer for that, Master. True, But as
(14:04):
you went among these people, how did they seem? What
do they say about the feast? Oh? They are excited
and delighted. All their talk is of the famous people
and the great rettin news that are coming, and of
how Ulster will show the five kingdoms, what a real
feast is like. They are good folk, all, said Connahour.
(14:27):
They are very good folk. You have no other news.
There is nothing to report, master, but that everything is well.
You have no tidings from Scotland, none, Master, or little
even a little news is news, said he tell it.
However little it be. They have been chased again, said Laversham,
(14:53):
in a low voice. Everywhere they go they are hunted
like foxes. They live under the weather, crouchy like wild creatures,
in the bracken of a hillside, or hiding in rocks
and caves by a howling shore. They were delicately reared,
he murmured. They never knew hardship. Laversham whimpered. And my babe, ah, yes,
(15:18):
your babe, How old would she be now, that babe
of yours close on twenty three years, master, and I
am forty seven? She has all her days in front
of her. Still what days will they be? And she
quaking in a burrow like a hare, or rising thin
legged from the bog like a yellow bittern. It is
(15:42):
still the King of Scotland who pursues them. Canahouver queried? Yes?
Since he set eyes on her seven years ago. He
has given them no rest, and he will give none
until he has killed the three brothers and taken the
girl for himself. That is the welcome of a king
of Scotland. It is not the welcome the same Lord God,
(16:04):
when he came here in fosterage. He is still a
young man, said kanehor young or old. It is not
the act of a prince. The acts of a prince
need a prince's criticism, said the king severely. Laversham went silent.
Young men go wild at times, and it is their right.
(16:27):
But older men can be of a wildness that no
young man can understand, said the king. He twisted sternly
on Laversham. Love is told of in this way and that,
but it is not told of as it is. It
is savagery in the blood, and pain and the bone,
and greed and despair in the mind. It is to
(16:49):
be thirsty in the night and unslaked in the day.
It is to carry memory like a thorn in the heart.
It is to drip one's blood as one walks. Leave
men to the things they know, and do you meddle
with your own female businesses? Those children, said Laversham stubbornly,
(17:11):
are a woman's business, and his own subjects are a
matter for a king. They are our kinsmen, indeed, said
Conahor thoughtfully, and their troubles shall be looked into. We
shall speak of this again after the banquet. Laversham's eyes
were shining. Yes, Master, she crooned, send in our butlers
(17:36):
and all our masters, said Connahor, And of section eleven,
Section eleven of Deirdre by James Stephens, Book two, chapters
one and two. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
Reading by Michel Frye Matenuge, Louisiana, Chapter one. Time flies,
(00:21):
scattering on all that had seemed important, the ash of forgetfulness,
and so crowding memory into memory, that the thing we
recollect has no longer the shape or color that strode
against us once upon a time. For all men but
the dreamer, time flies, But it may be stationary for
him who can recreate in the night all that he
(00:44):
forces to oblivion in the morning, His woeful Yesterday's can
be timely at any time, for nothing that touches him
will rust or fade, and he may be seen to
WinCE at a word which his contemporaries have lost the
significance of the seven years that passed had not touched Ganahur.
(01:05):
He was still the masterful king, the unremitting law giver.
He was still the idol of his people. What would
a banquet in the red branch be if the king
were away? But he was never absent, And wherever there
was music or frolic or laughter, the son of Ness
was urging it on, and would be eager for more.
(01:25):
When the youngest companion was wearied too, stupidity, not time,
nor thought could blunt the edge of his bodily or
mental energy. So vast was it, and misfortune beat as
unavailingly against him as the wind did against oagn Amenia.
To be energetic and selsufficing is to be happy. But
(01:47):
while one desire remains in the heart, happiness may not
come there, For to desire is to be incomplete. It
is the badge of dependence, the signal of unhappiness, and
to be freed from that is to be freed from
every fetter that can possibly be forged. Man becomes God
when he finds his satisfactions within himself. But his dreams,
(02:10):
then are other than those that harried Kanahur, as a
pack of hounds harry a fox. For Ulster might forget,
and those who had not been outraged might forgive. But
he would not forget or forgive until he was as
dead as those should be against whom his mind was
directed like the point of a secret spear. Deirdre and
(02:34):
the sons of Ishnach had fled to Scotland, where they
had kinsmen and acquaintances who had grown up with them
in immine Maka, as fosterages from the Scottish courts, or
as lords and captains in Kanahur's mercenary armies. They may
have met Kokoulan there, for it would be about that
(02:54):
time that he was under the tuition of female warrior,
and which skatak, and if so, they should have met
his comrade Frediad also he who was to assail the
Ford afterwards with what a hand. And it may have
been during their exile that Cocoulin fell in love with
Schaetok's daughter, and that the child was born. Who would
(03:16):
receive such a woeful stroke on Balia's strand. It is
one of the wise arrangements of providence that no person
can either eat of the same thing or talk of
the same thing for more than a week. And so,
when gossip's time had passed, Ulster, unless it might be
to some traveling historian, spoke no more of the king's misfortune.
(03:39):
Such a historian would have learned that Deirdore was tall
and short, and that she was dark and fair and sallow.
For all women he interviewed would lend their own contours
and complexion to such a heroine, and would, as they
reprobated or forgave, endow her with the moral qualities which
they best appreciated their own. Laversham could tell the truth,
(04:03):
and so could Connahor, but they would not be questioned
for some years to come. The king had downfaced the
whole matter from the start. He went to the chase
that day, he sat at the banquet, that night, he
visited his foreign troops. The next day, and the day
after he inspected the fortifications at the pass of the Fuse,
(04:24):
and a length of the Black Pig's dike on either side.
There was a boy troop to be reviewed, and their
competitions to be scrutinized. There were the unending ceremonies of
the court, the judgment seats, and of the embassies. From
all parts of his realm and from overseas. There were
gifts to be received and returned, counsels to be given
(04:47):
and listened to. There was an eternal variety of occupations
for the king, who, although he might employ a day
of eighteen hours work, could have something yet to think of.
Ere he slept. Cookoulin and Konak Kirnoch had been equal
kings with him, but they had Leversham had assisted in
(05:08):
that surrendered their powers to Connahur, who was now known
and described as Emperor of Ulster. What allegiance he gave
to the High King of Ireland we do not know,
and it may have been part of his plan to
arrive at that dignity himself. A Connocht Prince was then
(05:28):
and for a thousand years afterwards, High King of Ireland.
And although the effort of Connacht and Ulster to achieve
supreme rule may now be forgotten, the effects of those
bitter wars lasted longer than a historian would dare to count.
So far as Ulster was concerned, the king might have
been at ease. His honor was as safe as his kingdom.
(05:51):
And as for the other actors in his drama, their
condition was so manifestly gentle, and their youth so extreme,
that no tank of ugliness or treachery could remain in
the tale or in the mind of the person who
heard it. It could, in a while have been told
of as a regrettable, childish misadventure, and one which not
(06:12):
even the King need further remember. But the King remembered.
It was to escape such a memory that he plunged
into affairs and banquets, and a whole roistering self expenditure,
which would have devitalized any other man. He prolonged his
day until it could not, for very weariness, be further extended.
(06:34):
And then he went to bed. No, he went to
Deirdre's bed, where Anetius slept, and over which he hovered sleepless,
though in sleep, and in a torment that poisoned the
very sunlight when he awakened. Chapter two, Conahua Macnessa was
preparing a feast. Household. Banquets were common matters at his court,
(06:59):
but this was to be a state banquet, and every
person who could be thought of as noble or notable
was invited to the red branch. As well as an
aristocracy of birth, there was in every Irish court an
elite of excellence. Those who were foremost in learning the
arts or the crafts had the privilege of visiting the king,
(07:20):
equally with those whose merit rose from their father's graves
or their skill at arms. A king was then close
to his people, and he was, by training in habit
a connoisseur in many things which all could understand. A
commonwealth of taste is the only one which can admit equality.
(07:40):
It is democracy. He could command with knowledge the man
who built a house or the man who did the
carvings in it. He could speak to the maker of
his chariots or the breaker of his horses, in terms
that apprehended to the last shading the matter that was
being discussed, and so to the expert who cured his bacon,
(08:01):
or the sturdy master who superintended the brewing of his beer.
All arts were household arts, All crafts were arts, and
the knowledge of these was culture. A gentleman would know
of all the music that was worthy of being played,
for a musical person formed part of every household. He
would remember the songs that had outlived time, and could
(08:24):
discuss their excellences. And the only art which he needed
regard as occult would be poetry itself. For while all
other arts come by memory and experiment, poetry, which is
not an art, comes solely by grace. Lavisham said Kanehor,
Have you heard any talk of the banquet? Indeed, Master,
(08:47):
I have heard nothing else. Will there be any notable absentees,
none but those who were dying of wounds and sickness,
Cokulin has stayed at home for some time now, for
a year after marriage, one is still newly married. The
conversation woman submitted, I fear that boy's love for me
(09:09):
has bounds. Conohur pursued. The king has been too kind
to him, cried Laversham harshly. The king cannot help himself,
he corrected, for I love the lad and I could
no more do him an ill turn than I could
do one to myself. I too love him, said Laversham.
(09:31):
But he is more forward than is proper, even in
a prince. Can you tell me, Laversham, why he objected
to my sovereign privilege with his wife pride, she replied briefly.
He is prouder than ten kings. It is so, and
it is a gentleman's prerogative to be proud. He continued,
(09:54):
But if such objections were allowed, government would become impossible.
Do the people will still talk of his refusal? The
people know that the king did sleep with ever, Yes,
they may know that, But do they know that Fergus
slept on the other side of her as a guard? No,
(10:15):
she replied. That is known to but five people, and
they are all loyal to the King tell me, and
ConA Hoora scrutinized her gravely. Do you love Cockulin better
than me? I love you best of all, master, said Leversham.
I think you do, my friend. But they say that
(10:37):
every woman loves the coup. As to Fergus, he muttered
and went silent for a moment. I do not yet
know how much Fergus loves me. I am not sure
that a loyal man would have undertaken a duty against
his sovereign, such as Fergus accepted for co Coulin. He
(10:58):
did it because he loves both of you, Master, And
it is surely better that such an arrangement should be
known only between friends, possibly, said Kanahor. And yet I
passed my word that if my right was conceited, I
would not touch the girl. Is a king's word not
accepted any longer by those Fergusons and Coculins. He cried furiously.
(11:24):
It was Coculin's doing, said she. It may have been Fergus's,
he retorted, and went moodily silent. Who knows what that
man thinks of feasts, said Laversham. He loves food. I
was tempted. The King gritted to try in the night
whether he dared obstruct me, and to see if he
(11:46):
dared thrust the sword he went to bed with into
his king. But I had passed my word. If he
continued irritably, the coup had only asked conal kirnach or
rouge keyed men, or any gentleman of the household to
be his surety instead of the man he did ask,
I could have borne it. Leversham chuckled, respectfully. How did
(12:12):
that night pass? Master? She inquired, Kunihor gave a great laugh.
Fergus and I went to bed, and the girl went
to bed between us, and we all had our clothes on.
My bed is small enough for me when I am alone.
But to pack a large girl into it with all
her clothes on, and then to pack an overgrown, vast
(12:34):
bullock of a man like Fergus into it also cannot
be done. I made but one resolved that night that
on no account would I be pushed out of my
own bed. And I was not. But every time that
Fergus closed an eye, he fell on the floor, and
the girl woke up and screamed. Leversham a shrill titter,
(12:56):
and begged the king's pardon. How did ever behave she asked?
She went to sleep, said ConA, hoor sourly. She slept
hard and kicked hard for seven long hours. And this
I know that if she has the round knee of
a woman, which she has, for it was thudded into
my back a thousand times, she has also the sharp
(13:20):
elbows of a girl, so that after a time it
seemed to me that there was a bundle of live
bodkins in the bed. I never knew how long a
night could be until that night, and we had even
to prolong it out of courtesy to the lady. I
shall keep a painful memory of that sweet girl until
(13:41):
I die, And the coup is welcome to every royal
remittance he can desire on her behalf. But now about
the banquet? Is everything in order? Everything, Master, the brewers,
the bakers, the cooks, they have their equipment and instructions.
Your butlers must answer for that, Master. True, But as
(14:04):
you went among these people, how did they seem? What
do they say about the feast? Oh? They are excited
and delighted. All their talk is of the famous people
and the great rettin news that are coming, and of
how Ulster will show the five kingdoms, what a real
feast is like. They are good folk, all, said Connahour.
(14:27):
They are very good folk. You have no other news.
There is nothing to report, master, but that everything is well.
You have no tidings from Scotland, none, Master, or little
even a little news is news, said he tell it.
However little it be. They have been chased again, said Laversham,
(14:53):
in a low voice. Everywhere they go they are hunted
like foxes. They live under the weather, crouchy like wild creatures,
in the bracken of a hillside, or hiding in rocks
and caves by a howling shore. They were delicately reared,
he murmured. They never knew hardship. Laversham whimpered. And my babe, ah, yes,
(15:18):
your babe, How old would she be now, that babe
of yours close on twenty three years, master, and I
am forty seven? She has all her days in front
of her. Still what days will they be? And she
quaking in a burrow like a hare, or rising thin
legged from the bog like a yellow bittern. It is
(15:42):
still the King of Scotland who pursues them. Canahouver queried? Yes?
Since he set eyes on her seven years ago. He
has given them no rest, and he will give none
until he has killed the three brothers and taken the
girl for himself. That is the welcome of a king
of Scotland. It is not the welcome the same Lord God,
(16:04):
when he came here in fosterage. He is still a
young man, said kanehor young or old. It is not
the act of a prince. The acts of a prince
need a prince's criticism, said the king severely. Laversham went silent.
Young men go wild at times, and it is their right.
(16:27):
But older men can be of a wildness that no
young man can understand, said the king. He twisted sternly
on Laversham. Love is told of in this way and that,
but it is not told of as it is. It
is savagery in the blood, and pain and the bone,
and greed and despair in the mind. It is to
(16:49):
be thirsty in the night and unslaked in the day.
It is to carry memory like a thorn in the heart.
It is to drip one's blood as one walks. Leave
men to the things they know, and do you meddle
with your own female businesses? Those children, said Laversham stubbornly,
(17:11):
are a woman's business, and his own subjects are a
matter for a king. They are our kinsmen, indeed, said
Conahor thoughtfully, and their troubles shall be looked into. We
shall speak of this again after the banquet. Laversham's eyes
were shining. Yes, Master, she crooned, send in our butlers
(17:36):
and all our masters, said Connahor, And of section eleven,
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