ˇ¶Stories of Red Hanrahanˇ· CONTENTS StORIES OF RED hANRAhAN: RED hANRAhAN tIStING OF thLEEN tER OF hOOLIhAN RED hANRAhANS CURSE hANRAhANS VISION th OF hANRAhAN I oo Lady Gregory, e tories of Red iful country speecartan, and nearer to tradition of ted and is remembered. RED HANRAHAN er, a tall, strong, red?o tting on Sam o a better one, toget it for a place to store one tuck in bottles, and t bottle upon some boards t across to make a table. Most of tting beside t a Munster man and a Connaug two provinces. to t your message; but ainy man t and trousers of unbleac ting by in tering. Dont mind ranger came in a I t in s. Listen to he is saying. tened ttering to urned ts, Knowledge and Pleasure. t is talk urned like to be looking at him. I got your message, ; cousins from Kilc,quot; t;and t; It is my cousin over ting to see you, said ted man, o the message for. It is a kind message, indeed, said t comes from your s, Mary Lavelle. a message from do you know of her? I dont kno, t to join o keep o you. I o her indeed, said hanrahan. And s a man in t, it is likely ttle bit of land o another. , doo?nigo ting of to?morrow. , to laug e to go to , and one asked o find ty, and no one to keep t task; and as for it up again in any place, tle inkpot of . Some of to drink a glass before , and a young man caug, and said not leave t singing t stop but out on his journey. time enoug ime enougo give up sport migime before we will see you again. I stop, said ime, bringing me to t sent for me, and scill I come. Some of t comrade, so full of songs and every kind of trick and fun, not to leave till t to t as over trange old man stood up and put is not songmaker, t s from a gat. And stop s and . One of t isnt mucopped t, and t laug doly, a op er all, op indeed, did you not hear me asking him? t t is far I am come, and nobody liked to question o play. t took a fourpenny bit, from , and o t to put somet dotle as it looked muc one man and times t a man and , and t again out of opped long h anyone. And once is time for me to be going t just to out, and all to come to of Mary Lavelle, and time from her again. But at last t to t stayed o o laugtle laugo o sing over and over to was a verse of a song. And after a o and fro, and t taken, or t tore t on t t so, for t bottle been disturbed since t, and all t s and shillings, and maybe a handful of coppers. You are good men to o lose, said ts. o so mix t, till at last t see to be cards at all, but you o be making rings of fire in ttle lads ed stick; and after t it seemed to t all t he cards. And all in a minute a from bet took t s of not t ever lived. Some looked at t more kept t bet anotill the barn. tanding up noo t as quick as t overtake t it round, till at t it seemed as if a blast of open t out of t, and ter it. t, Follo is a great you o?nig out after t used as to go ing after , to go out into t, and it said, I will follow, I will follow on. You stop be going into some great danger. But stumbling out of t after . of it on t er t for to stop er a tle ones around tones do to put t Ballylee, and o o run, for it o take a s cut, but slipped into a bogo come back to it. And kno at last ain, t to come to first far off and t came quite close to up all of a sudden into ting over aill all. ts not fair, s not fair. And sat do of Slieve Ecrengt of the long journey he had made. And after a ice t to coming from it, and being so close to seen it before. And ired as in at t side, it seemed as if all t smells of t is a long time you o us, songmaker. And o a very big s. t t tting in a beautiful t it, but sired look of one t ing. And tting on tep beloone on seemed ligo ed of t a scabbard. Red ood looking at time, but none of to all. And in o ask ready as ongue and afraid of no person, o speak to so beautiful a to ask treasures, but t o bring out. t of tween wo hands, and she said Pleasure, and one in of ter sed as if for o question all. And t out of tour treasures out one of t said, s are gone from ge, daug stay in is a pity, it is a great pity. And t o of reams; and if ten times grander and more s hen. te frost on tream goes running on tance t ge, but sure t and tiffness in his bones. It er t, tagle sitting by t o to come in and rest of a quart bottle; and ttle inkpot ories about the Greeks. ook t of t of , but t, and t t matter, for it like a man t o read. Some young man t o laug o ask o read it. It vexed o , and t and asked if tter t out took to so come into o is trying to remember, and like tood up and let to t brought me a message from Mary Lavelle? e never sa you are talking about? It a year ago, I able, t from one to anot a message, and I of to look for my s t ed me, Mary Lavelle. And t very loud: he whole year? It is o say ime, said t of t part of travelled; and it is like enoug of many roads on your feet; for tting like t, ouch. t is true, said anot ter, and sold en been glad enougo eat t in troug is best for you to go to t now, ake off you wever may upon you. It is to my s I o Mary Lavelle, said is too long I migh of a year? of t told for o stop t, and to get strengted t, for it like a man t ing as if rodden on t e lig out, and time seemed long to ill to Mary Lavelles , co be seen. And of to London or Liverpool or some big place. And h news of her again. THE TWISTING OF THE ROPE ime near Kinvara at ttle urned up to it, for of passing by any place anding at t to us time. But to to to come in to?nigs, or mind t turn a er. t some of ttle lads t ood up to t be saying t. For to gro story, or if anyone goes questioning t t ime to ask ed off. tuning o t dancing er use for noravelling as as , t ter of ts of bog deal from Connemara in o be very comely and smiling, and t dance, after travelled before o is likely , and stood out tle blusood up, but ice of s t t do if doh him. t on, and ook mucice of Oona and Red to be uneasy, and so Oona to come and o set table in t Oona t not yet, for sening to on to be stirring ten for a minute to t o ime selling about o t so red as t made ts as t memory of for ts t y in t time s and r sravelling and ever travelling t t go t dancers t go on are tired out and leaning against the wall. t to ice of to a ther? and ing for an ans alking toget good are you girl in t and dance s talk. But Oona listen to any of t only moved o send to dance t is so, I dance myself. ood up by t and s. But ook no notice, and Oona took no notice, but t one anoto t anot ting togetood out on t time, to keep time urned o sing, and as opped, and topped, and t t ime in ge, and t as t into Englisoo spare; and blossom At all times of the ice, Are dancing in a crowd. And o blue no grey ears t sao t of the world. But one of t: country ? Mind yourself, Oona, it is a long o it. And anot is not to try of t to Mayo of t ion bet is very near us t country is, it is on every side; it may be on t is, or it may be in t of t very loud and clear: In t of t of there, Oona? he said. But an encment on Oona. Can get to put of the house? t is a t do, said t of t a poet of t of t a curse on you t o he air seven years. God o t all, and the wild name he has! It o side, but t by force. But listen to to get of t anyone putting at all. It long after t two women came in again, eachem having a bundle of hay in her apron. singing no alking to Oona very fast and soft, and true lover t need be afraid of nigars or sriking e? Do t, o make to a rope, for you are ready of wind cack. I for you, said ook ttle stick in ting it, but o , and to be free again. t on talking and giving out t a good ter of a rope ter t Oona co t very quick and o boast of trengting, backing till o t on t ter t a bolt upon them. S, and laug loud, and t ting at tside it, and t time to stop Oona t to open it. So t caug o t opped, t all of anytside, but t as before. As to out and t ter nor drink nor a girls ear for nig out of on to rand. doone, and arm and singing sloo o en time or anotime is called to ting of t begins, t put me in t known. But after and so gat imes coming out of times moving upon it. It seemed to one of t Slieve Ec in mocking, and calling out to t rands of t, and on ting it, but it seemed to ed, t it . And t seemed to o a great er? came out of t ted itself about o bigger till t, and tars t ts skin. And t free of it, and on, seady, along trand, and t t is a pity for refuses ters of t in to time, and t for ever. It is deat him die. HANRAHAN AND CATHLEEN THE DAUGHTER OF HOOLIHAN It ravelling nortime, giving a o a farmer noime of telling ories and making weddings. o overtake on to Collooney one Margaret Rooney, a er time, and it routed of t last. ting back t , so Sligo, to tory as op in to to Mary Gillis, s, so be afraid of not getting good treatment, and all t ories and o all the parishes of Ireland. o go o find a o be listening to tory of roubles and to be comforting t of t old une of ting of t sher. t in talk all to t near crying to t a name in the house. o settle doired tle cabin fallen in, and Mary Lavelle gone from it, and tctered, o opped long enougo see to see t ed w sown. It , and a fire in time, and on table the asking. , t of t some ance, and some Ireland and her. Every evening to ten to ories about time of t t o every tern in t. t time. One evening of December tle song t ain, about t Limerick, and t ray in all parts of t nigtle lads t in, and sat on too busy ing of a potato in to take mucice of terewasch. And t ts of the dreams of men. Of a sudden opped, and y as if some far thing. Mary Gillis stood on a table beside off pouring and said, Is it of leaving us you are thinking? Margaret Rooney s knooo muc and came over to t so lose so and so good a comrade, and a man t so muc brougo her house. You go away from us, my ? sche hand. It is not of t I am t of Ireland and t of grief t is on o sing the wind in a lonely place. trees break in tter black blo ree in a black of ter of hoolihan. tones for all t Maeve can say; Angers t are like noisy clouds our s abeat, But feet Of Cater of hoolihan. t of ters our bodies and our blood, But purer tall candle before ter of hoolihan. o break, and tears came rolling do doer t t cried tears down. RED HANRAHANS CURSE One fine May morning a long time after Margaret Rooneys . It o tle place t pleased ired of so many years of o ser at all times of t seemed to imes t ting stiff like s, and it so easy to used to be to make fun and sport t, and to set all t talk, and to coax turned into a cabin t some poor man to go ing and o again. And tent to tle place for as imes. One by one to send to get some learning from t, a feen cake or a couple of sods of turf, a o be a poet, . It May morning, liged enoug o it long till a o tones of t ing for ent for any lengtime since t is likely enougting some bad thing before me now, he said. And after ting under a buse Purcell and Margaret Gillane and Maeve Connelan and Oona Curry and Celia Driscoll, and t of t from tering tongue. So be a girl of ter. is on you, Nora? ake from me, Red is I myself so serve you, is I knoory of t sorroing, and t able to save you from trouble, is in my songs, as it s t is of ts I myself ting and talking in some far place beyond to time, opped en ion, and t you knoroubles of time you refused your love to tge; and t s you in quiet since. But is yourself knoo put I ask you, Owen indeed, said he. It is my fat are marrying me to old Paddy Doe, because ain. And it is er Kilmartin in one time you sorro of marriage. And let you make no delay about it, for it is for to?morrotled, and I day. I o a song t ell me the song? O, y years and more bet is a bad day indeed for O. urned from doill o a stone, and do, for it seemed as if all t of te. And many days ago t a Red yelloo to given sour; and sometimes t men iffness of s er making a journey, and it seemed to o be a very old man, s t anger against old age and all it broug. And just t spotted eagle sailing sloooo, eagle of Ballyga you and your ancient comrades, teep Place of trangers into my r there may be a curse on you for ever. to t, flo, and a little gust of e blossoms over . May blossoms, y, and I you into my rhyme and give you my blessing. tle branc in it is old and broken day oop in he darkness in his face. to and lay doo do o make a poem or a praise or a curse. And it long time, for t out over tryside. Some of to see if t day, and on tood around him. t t instead of t tle branc. Co?day. You yourselves and tiful people of t comes and bloen no to you. And t he said?? t, O is t t kno imes out of mind By teep Place of trangers and t grey pike t broods in Castle Dargan Lake er , and Micories are never at an end. And tc; But comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away. over to till all of t of it, and some t could say t. t o?day, you o do noo go out and sing t song for a une of to everyone you meet, and to themselves. I , said one of ttle lads; I kno Saint Jo tter than a mouse. I o to in treet, said anot, said o tell it to Margaret Rooney and Mary Gillis, and bid to it, and to make t t be heard. ting outside t morning, looking at hrees. to knoime to begin, ime of flood. to took notice t all t t ick or a blackt sigicks began to to run. ed no longer, but made off up till of t. After a , and one of t at t time ting a rake ed stra into tch. My grief, Old Age and time and eariness and Sickness against me, and I must go me from tree of teep Place of trangers, tle Dargan Lake, and from ted he Old Men! HANRAHANS VISION It go into to turned tos of times coming upon o meet o o ime in oo spare; and blossom At all times of the ice, Are dancing in a crowd. ttle fox of tly, t my rein; But ttle red fox murmured, O do not pluck at o to is the worlds bane. s are so to blo all t are killed in battle Ao life again: It is lucky t tory Is not knorong farmers t ts somebody had drunk dry. Micrumpet From a bougtle noise er itail, and talk Of roads w up an old ill arry brink. o climb tain t doo rest for a ice of a brougo mind to bring to Mary Lavelle, and to no er ore off a little branc and open blossoms, and on tle fox of tly, t my rein; But ttle red fox murmured, O do not pluck at o to is the worlds bane. And on climbing t to told of lovers, good and bad, and of some t self by trengt ao a life in some sing for t and banishe face of God. And at last, at to teep Gap of trangers, and to t spreading from mountain to mountain. And it seemed to t co s began to beat . And less, began to pluck off ttle brancc floating doo ttle fluttering troop. Suddenly music, a music t er in it and more crying t rose ness beyond t seemed to ttle soft rose leaves as t fluttering doo to cill troop of men and , colour co many colours, and iful young men, and of queen? going from coming toretc of t as if to take could not touc t t be broken. And before t at a distance as if in reverence, t to be t defeated gods; and t rise to take can neitance, and to be going toe door t is in tain. t spread out before ed sea , it began to fill again less life t of itself, and arms and pale ossing rose ill it eep rock, and to be solid, and a ne passed very sloeps, and in t of eacarlig t t?sead of s, and t keep side by side, but folloer one anot o ty, but as to t s life, and trembling about t lived errible life of its o rose of a sudden and gust of o, and covered time e wing of cloud. ood up trembling and o turn a beyond t o o me, for no one in to me for seven hundred years. tell me w have passed by, said hanrahan. t passed first, t est name in times, Blanad and Deirdre and Grania and t many t are not so are as only t ty t is as lasting as t and tars, t and tars e of tterness t into t came next, s still breat air and s, are not put in songs by ts, because t only to triumpo prove trengty, and out of to to triumpo love but only to be loved, and ts or in til it flo for a moment. All t I am t of all, for I am Dervadilla, and t, and it ions are upon us, and none are punis ty of t and not ting beauty. ing unbreakable quiet about us, and tterness of ttles urned to our ooget Dermot t ime in t is t t, and no one ened to me for seven hundred years. A great terror ing loud times, and ttle in ted t tain a of ttered trembling leaves. But a little beloroop of rose leaves still fluttered in teernity again in one beat of t. THE DEATH OF HANRAHAN are at t of Slieve Econ and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one imes in anotimes and of ry and tle leat, but it ake anyt, for it tle one of t from so far as food , potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake, ed of it; and it is not on tge a mug of spirits ing, aste of turf smoke on it. t Kinadife, or t Lake Belsening to treams from tcting so quiet as not to startle t came doo tilled fields at t. As t by it seemed as if o belong to some of sigy, t s mearing t are beyond all ot are beyond all silences of times opped from illness of midday on for long time any break. And at t and at moonrise to be like a gates silence t sound of keening and of friger broken by the wind, and many pale beckoning hands. ting looking into ter one evening in time, ts t o tains, first, but getting louder and clearer as till iful, I am beautiful; ter look at me, for tiful as myself. I am young; I am young: look upon me, mountains; look upon me, perise ers is nearly burned out, but I laug because I am in my youtime to time, as if tired, and t aliful, I am beautiful. Presently t ttle lake trembled for a moment, and a very old woman forced eps. was ever seen, and was roughers. Sraig into to. A sort of dread came over o be one inny Byrne, t begging from place to place crying alen s all to go looking for advice from siful t men and to a t Sidolen s one Sam many years ago, ws of Eche hills. And as s seemed as if iful, I am beautiful, ars in the heavens. to so go to some instead of turning do on up ttle track t ream. It led to ttle cabin all. load on last a little to t, and it likely it o go to it. But clouds of it, o ts of t s better fit to lie doo go travelling. But courage, and ep by step, till at last o innys cabin, t t o go into it and to rest for a see inny inside it, but doired out and out, and alking or for card?playing, and s acalking as t t seemed to trange man in ts, Knoo was in him. And after a played fair, and to louder, and till at last t bet is ting bet is near h. And I wonder, is near h. It seemed as if ime, and o make sure dead, and s cloter a ed o t served atoes from a pot on t served ter, a mug of spring er. a little noimes o t tle store of money to ook out a bit of copper and a bit of silver money, but s it drop again as if it o money so beg for, but food and rags; or maybe because t beauty. S out and cut a fe in and over t ook notice of teet of tain, and iful, I am beautiful, getting less and less as s, till at last it died aogether. atoes and ser anot, and t of little by little as er t to be filled seemed to t ouc about ake o times and joyful, crying from ters or out of times t t like a er a silence like t of a lake, and t like t t joyful voices ever and always. One morning side t greil it dro joyful voices, and even innys cry upon t t midnig, to melt ao leave ing on a pale misty lig ser t blinding of it shere. At time to it tinual clashing of swords. I am after my deat of the music of heaven. O Cheruhim and Seraphim, receive my soul! At to brig, and ts of surned to and burning like Gods love or Gods e, s over t and out and first all of a sudden tra, t one y knife so be cutting ts of tick into to rengto ting up in tone, t are to? And I ion time, he said. And th going from him. inny Byrne, t ending t laug again, and a pale lig kno came. o of tiffened rags arms as t seemed to come from a long o s of women. hen. I am one of ting people, of ting un make my d ts; and I came looking for you, and you are mine until t like a candle t is spent. And look up noed. t every imes like a all he dead. ting beside too toiful, I am beautiful. ter look at me. Look at me, periser after you s, and t . But I laug loud, because I am in my youth. S come back t nig to t till t turf cutters going to to .