The Oak And the Ram - 04
“Prophetic voices spoke,But the Sidhi would not hear.Oak Woman stirred,Pledges she made. If cold returned,She would wake.Mystic talismansShe fashioned, Against the Winter's might,To save her Oaks.Sleeping, Oak Woman smiled,Safe against the snow, Her oath ensured,Her word made strong.In nine fights the Fhoi Myore fell;In nine fights died the Sidhi; Few heroes left the final field.Manannan died and all his throng.Dying, great Manannan knew peace.In vain he had not fought, For he recalled Oak Woman's vowTo aid tomorrow's race.Oak Woman slept in sanctuary.A word would wake her. The tenth great fight grew near.The word was sought.The word was lost.Three heroes sought it. Goffanon sang a song.The word was found.None moved as Goffanon's song ended. The Sidhi Smith lowered his head and rested his head upon his chin, waiting.From the prone figure who lay upon the crown of the mound there came a small, weak sound, at first little more than the familiar, tragic bleating.Goffanon raised his head, ...listening carefully.MoreLess
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