[Footnote: Badb, pronounced
Byve, was primarily the scald-crow or carrion-crow, secondarily a
Battle-Fury.] Truly I have proved a brittle prop to the Ultonians,
but some power beyond my own drives me on."
"What wild words are these, O wisest of women, and what this
rending and scattering abroad, and showers of blood and croaking
of Byves because I cull a flower in the forest?"
"Nay, it is nothing. Have peace and joy while thou canst, sweet
Deirdre. Thus I lay my wand upon thy bosom and enjoin peace!"
"Thou art weary, dear foster-mother. Rest thee here now a little
space, while I go and gather forest flowers. They are sweeter than
those that grow in my garden. O, right glad am I to be alone in
the forest, relieved from the observation of those grim-visaged
sentinels, to stray solitary in the dim mysterious forest, and to
think my own thoughts there, and dream my dreams, and recall that
vision which I have seen. O Naysi, son of Usna, sweeter than harps
is the mere sound of thy name, O Ultonian!"
Deirdre after that went forward alone into the forest.
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