Gods and Fighting Men
The Last of the Great Men
And indeed that was the last time Finn and Oisin and the rest of the Fianna
of Ireland were gathered together, for hunting, for battle, for chess-playing,
for drinking or for music; for they all wore away after that, one after another.
As to Caoilte, that was old and had lost his sons, he used to be fretting and
lonesome after the old times. And one day that there was very heavy snow on the
ground, he made this complaint:--
"It is cold the winter is; the wind is risen; the fierce high couraged stag
rises up; it is cold the whole mountain is to-night, yet the fierce stag is
calling. The deer of Slievecarn of the gatherings does not lay his side to the
ground; he no less than the stag of the top of cold Echtge hears the music of
"I, Caoilte, and brown-haired Diarmuid and pleasant light-footed Osgar, we
used to be listening to the music of the wolves through the end of the cold
night. It is well the brown deer sleeps with its hide to the hollow, hidden as
if in the earth, through the end of the cold night.
"To-day I am in my age, and I know but a few men; I used to shake my spear
bravely in the ice-cold morning. It is often I put silence on a great army that
is very cold to-night."
And after a while he went into a hill of the Sidhe to be healed of his old
wounds. And whether he came back from there or not is not known; and there are
some that say he used to be talking with Patrick of the Bells the same time
Oisin was with him. But that is not likely, or Oisin would not have made
complaints about his loneliness the way he did.
But a long time after that again, there was a king of Ireland making a
journey. And he and his people missed their way, and when night-time came on,
they were in a dark wood, and no path before them.
And there came to them a very tall man, that was shining like a burning
flame, and he took hold of the bridle of the king's horse, and led him through
the wood till they came to the right road. And the King of lreland asked him who
was he, and first he said:
"I am your candlestick"; and then he said: "I was with Finn one time." And
the king knew it was Caoilte, son of Ronan, was in it.
And three times nine of the rest of the Fianna came out of the west one time
to Teamhair. And they took notice that now they were wanting their full strength
and their great name, no one took notice of them or came to speak with them at
all. And when they saw that, they lay down on the side of the bill at Teamhair,
and put their lips to the earth and died.
And for three days and a month and a year from the time of the destruction of
the Fianna of Ireland, Loch Dearg was under mists.
And as to Finn, there are some say he died by the hand of a fisherman; but it is
likely that is not true, for that would be no death for so great a man as Finn,
son of Cumhal And there are some say he never died, but is alive in some place
And one time a smith made his way into a cave he saw, that had a door to it,
and he made a key that opened it. And when he went in he saw a very wide place,
and very big men lying on the floor. And one that was bigger than the rest was
lying in the middle, and the Dord Fiann beside him; and he knew it was Finn and
the Fianna were in it.
And the smith took bold of the Dord Fiann, and it is hardly he could lift it
to his mouth, and he blew a very strong blast on it, and the sound it made was
so great, it is much the rocks did not come down on him. And at the sound, the
big men lying on the ground shook from head to foot. He gave another blast then,
and they all turned on their elbows.
And great dread came on him when he saw that, and he threw down the Dord
Fiann and ran from the cave and locked the door after him, and threw the key
into the lake. And he heard them crying after him, "You left us worse than you
found us." And the cave was not found again since that time.
But some say the day will come when the Dord Fiann will be sounded three
times, and that at the sound of it the Fianna will rise up as strong and as well
as ever they were. And there are some say Finn, son of Cumhal, has been on the
earth now and again since the old times, in the shape of one of the heroes of
And as to the great things he and his men did when they were together, it is
well they have been kept in mind through the poets of Ireland and of Alban. And
one night there were two men minding sheep in a valley, and they were saying the
poems of the Fianna while they were there. And they saw two very tall shapes on
the two hills on each side of the valley, and one of the tall shapes said to the
other: "Do you hear that man down below? I was the second doorpost of
battle at Gabhra, and that man knows all about it better than myself."