And though he ate of it each day, it was never lessened,
but was as whole and perfect in the end as at the beginning. Moreover,
when they offered him aught else to eat or drink he refused it; for
while he had his apple he did not deem any other food worthy to be
tasted. And he began to be very moody and sorrowful, thinking of the
lovely fairy maiden.
At the end of the month, as Connla stood by his father's side among
the nobles, on the Plain of Arcomin, he saw the lady approaching him
from the west. And when she had come near, she addressed him in
this manner: "A glorious seat, indeed, has Connla among wretched,
short-lived mortals, awaiting the dreadful stroke of death! But now,
the ever-youthful people of Moy-mell, who never feel age, and who fear
not death, seeing thee day by day among thy friends, in the assemblies
of thy fatherland, love thee with a strange love, and they will make
thee King over them if thou wilt come with me."
When the King heard the words of the lady, he commanded his people to
call the druid again to him, saying, "Bring my druid Coran to me;
for I see that the fairy lady has this day regained the power of her
voice."
At this the lady said: "Valiant Conn, fighter of a hundred, the faith
of the druids has come to little honor among the upright, mighty,
numberless people of this land.
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