Sgél ingnadh and so for Maelosdan
Author: Kuno Meyer
An electronic edition
Cerball, the son of Timpan . . . made a
flitting, and they left the . . . of his basket
by the sea. Then, on the strand near it, a
gillie of them found a wonderful thing cast
ashore by the sea, viz., a large, round, green
muirlan, without any opening on it, but as
an all-round ball of yarn. The gillie takes
it with him, and puts it on the top of the
basket, and fastens a withe hard across it.
Then they heard a loud voice on the same
strand, and what it said was Maelosdan!
Maelosdan! The large ball answered in the
place where it was on the top of the basket,
and this is what it said, with the same
loud voice: Uarcraidhe! Uarcraidhe! And
then it dragged the basket so that it was
head over heels, and it broke the withe
that was on it to pieces, and went in its
course head over heels unto the place from
which it was taken, and went under sea.
Whereupon the folk of the place heard a
loud shout in the sea, viz., the people of
Maelosdan welcoming him. And this story
is thought very wonderful by all.
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