“ When the old woman saw Smallhead on the other side of the bridge facing her and dancing with delight, she screamed:"You took the Sword of Light and the Black Book, and your two sisters are married. Oh, then, bad luck to you. I will put my curse on you wherever you go. You have all my children killed, and I a poor, feeble, old woman.""Bad luck to yourself," said Smallhead. "I am not afraid of a curse from the like of you. If you had lived an honest life you wouldn't be as you are to-day.""Now, Smallhead," said the old hag, "you have me robbed of everything, and my children destroyed. ”
Summary
More Celtic Fairy Tales, an anonymous collection of folklore rooted in Irish tradition, weaves enchanting narratives featuring figures like Smallhead, Lusmore, and the vengeful hag O'Cronicert, alongside motifs of metamorphosis, hexes, and celestial conflict. Drawing on themes of fairy enchantment, shape-shifting, and moral reckoning, the tales blend whimsy with darker undertones, as seen in stories of stolen relics, enchanted branches, and battles between mortal and supernatural realms.
The text reflects a reworking of older folk narratives, infusing them with pious didacticism while preserving the lyrical and fantastical essence of Celtic myth. Its synthesis of playfulness and warning underscores the enduring power of oral tradition in shaping cultural memory.
Quotes from More Celtic Fairy Tales ()
“ Kayn Mac Loy said:"May it be no foot to Kayn or a foot to any one after one, or I be Kayn son of Loy, if I stretch out my foot for you to put a salve of herbs and healing on it, till you tell me if you found the daughter of the King of the Universe, or if you went home, or what happened to you.""The mischief is upon you," said the big man; "that tale is long to tell, but I will tell another short tale. When I awoke out of sleep I saw a ship making for the place where I was lying, and a big giant with only one eye dragging it after him: and the ocean reached no higher than his knees. ”
“ One day he saw a youth upon the green having in his hand a glittering fairy branch with nine apples of red. And whensoever the branch was shaken, wounded men and women enfeebled by illness would be lulled to sleep by the sound of the very sweet fairy music which those apples uttered, nor could any one upon earth bear in mind any want, woe, or weariness of soul when that branch was shaken for him. ”
