116 Celtic Fairy Tales

and of the golden bird, too. I Jay you under prohibitions,
and restrictions, and death, and destruction, to go and bring
me the King of Moréco’s bay filly that outruns the wind,
and leaps over the walls of castle-bawns. When you fetch ©

 

her into the bawn of this palace, you must get the golden
bird, and liberty to go where you please.”
Out passed the boy, very down-hearted, but as he went
along, who should come out of a brake but the fox again. —
“Ah, my friend,” says he, “I was right when I sus-
pected you hadn’t a head on you; but I won’t rub your

hair again’ the grain. Get on my tail again, and when we