Louey Chisholm, Celtic Tales, Told to the Children
“ And as Deirdre gazed she saw, as in a dream, the forms of three men come slowly through the forest.‘These, Deirdre, are men,’ said Lavarcam.‘Yet seem they not as the men I have seen ride by across the Moor of Loneliness, for they were fair to look upon, but mine eyes have no pleasure in beholding these strange forms.’‘Yet you look upon Nathos, for these men are none other than the three sons of Usna.’Deirdre started. ‘Idle are your words, false Lavarcam. Yonder walks not a man with skin white as snow, with cheek crimson as blood, nor with hair black as the raven’s wing. ”
