The Fairy Tree Of Dooros

: Irish Fairy Tales

Once upon a time the fairies of the west, going home from a

hurling-match with the fairies of the lakes, rested in Dooros Wood for

three days and three nights. They spent the days feasting and the

nights dancing in the light of the moon, and they danced so hard that

they wore the shoes off their feet, and for a whole week after the

leprechauns, the fairies' shoemakers, were working night and day

making new ones, and th rip, rap, tap, tap of their little hammers

were heard in all the hedgerows.



The food on which the fairies feasted were little red berries, and

were so like those that grow on the rowan tree that if you only looked

at them you might mistake one for the other; but the fairy berries

grow only in fairyland, and are sweeter than any fruit that grows here

in this world, and if an old man, bent and grey, ate one of them, he

became young and active and strong again; and if an old woman,

withered and wrinkled, ate one of them, she became young and bright

and fair; and if a little maiden who was not handsome ate of them, she

became lovelier than the flower of beauty.



The fairies guarded the berries as carefully as a miser guards his

gold, and whenever they were about to leave fairyland they had to

promise in the presence of the king and queen that they would not give

a single berry to mortal man, nor allow one to fall upon the earth;

for if a single berry fell upon the earth a slender tree of many

branches, bearing clusters of berries, would at once spring up, and

mortal men might eat of them.



But it chanced that this time they were in Dooros Wood they kept up

the feasting and dancing so long, and were so full of joy because of

their victory over the lake fairies, that one little, weeny fairy, not

much bigger than my finger, lost his head, and dropped a berry in the

wood.



When the feast was ended the fairies went back to fairyland, and were

at home for more than a week before they knew of the little fellow's

fault, and this is how they came to know of it.



A great wedding was about to come off, and the queen of the fairies

sent six of her pages to Dooros Wood to catch fifty butterflies with

golden spots on their purple wings, and fifty white without speck or

spot, and fifty golden, yellow as the cowslip, to make a dress for

herself, and a hundred white, without speck or spot, to make dresses

for the bride and bridesmaids.



When the pages came near the wood they heard the most wonderful music,

and the sky above them became quite dark, as if a cloud had shut out

the sun. They looked up, and saw that the cloud was formed of bees,

who in a great swarm were flying towards the wood and humming as they

flew. Seeing this they were sore afraid until they saw the bees

settling on a single tree, and on looking closely at the tree they saw

it was covered with fairy berries.



The bees took no notice of the fairies, and so they were no longer

afraid, and they hunted the butterflies until they had captured the

full number of various colours. Then they returned to fairyland, and

they told the queen about the bees and the berries, and the queen told

the king.



The king was very angry, and he sent his heralds to the four corners

of fairyland to summon all his subjects to his presence that he might

find out without delay who was the culprit.



They all came except the little weeny fellow who dropped the berry,

and of course every one said that it was fear that kept him away, and

that he must be guilty.



The heralds were at once sent in search of him, and after a while they

found him hiding in a cluster of ferns, and brought him before the

king.



The poor little fellow was so frightened that at first he could

scarcely speak a word, but after a time he told how he never missed

the berry until he had returned to fairyland, and that he was afraid

to say anything to anyone about it.



The king, who would hear of no excuse, sentenced the little culprit to

be banished into the land of giants beyond the mountains, to stay

there for ever and a day unless he could find a giant willing to go to

Dooros Wood and guard the fairy tree. When the king had pronounced

sentence everyone was very sorry, because the little fellow was a

favourite with them all. No fairy harper upon his harp, or piper upon

his pipe, or fiddler upon his fiddle, could play half so sweetly as he

could play upon an ivy leaf; and when they remembered all the pleasant

moonlit nights on which they had danced to his music, and thought that

they should never hear or dance to it any more, their little hearts

were filled with sorrow. The queen was as sad as any of her subjects,

but the king's word should be obeyed.



When the time came for the little fellow to set out into exile the

queen sent her head page to him with a handful of berries. These the

queen said he was to offer to the giants, and say at the same time

that the giant who was willing to guard the tree could feast on

berries just as sweet from morn till night.



As the little fellow went on his way nearly all the fairies followed

him to the borders of the land, and when they saw him go up the

mountain towards the land of the giants, they all took off their

little red caps and waved them until he was out of sight.



On he went walking all day and night, and when the sun rose on the

morrow he was on the top of the mountain, and he could see the land of

the giants in the valley stretched far below him. Before beginning his

descent he turned round for a last glimpse of fairyland; but he could

see nothing, for a thick, dark cloud shut it out from view. He was

very sad, and tired, and footsore, and as he struggled down the rough

mountain side, he could not help thinking of the soft, green woods and

mossy pathways of the pleasant land he had left behind him.



When he awoke the ground was trembling, and a noise that sounded like

thunder fell on his ears. He looked up and saw coming towards him a

terrible giant, with one eye that burned like a live coal in the

middle of his forehead, his mouth stretched from ear to ear, his teeth

were long and crooked, the skin of his face was as black as night, and

his arms and chest were all covered with black, shaggy hair; round his

body was an iron band, and hanging from this by a chain was a great

club with iron spikes. With one blow of this club he could break a

rock into splinters, and fire could not burn him, and water could not

drown him, and weapons could not wound him, and there was no way to

kill him but by giving him three blows of his own club. And he was so

bad-tempered that the other giants called him Sharvan the Surly. When

the giant spied the red cap of the little fairy he gave the shout that

sounded like thunder. The poor fairy was shaking from head to foot.



"What brought you here?" said the giant.



"Please, Mr. Giant," said the fairy, "the king of the fairies banished

me here, and here I must stay for ever and a day, unless you come and

guard the fairy tree in Dooros Wood."



"Unless what?" roared the giant, and he gave the fairy a touch of his

foot that sent the little fellow rolling down head over heels.



The poor fairy lay as if he were dead, and then the giant, feeling

sorry for what he had done, took him up gently between his finger and

thumb.




thumb"--p. 87.]



"Don't be frightened, little man," said he, "and now, tell me all

about the tree."



"It is the tree of the fairy berry that grows in the Wood of Dooros,"

said the fairy, "and I have some of the berries with me."



"Oh, you have, have you?" said the giant. "Let me see them."



The fairy took three berries from the pocket of his little green coat,

and gave them to the giant.



The giant looked at them for a second. He then swallowed the three

together, and when he had done so, he felt so happy that he began to

shout and dance for joy.



"More, you little thief!" said he. "More, you little----what's your

name?" said the giant.



"Pinkeen, please, Mr. Giant," said the fairy, as he gave up all the

berries.



The giant shouted louder than before, and his shouts were heard by all

the other giants, who came running towards him.



When Sharvan saw them coming, he caught up Pinkeen, and put him in his

pocket, that they shouldn't see him.



"What were you shouting for?" said the giants.



"Because," said Sharvan, "that rock there fell down on my big toe."



"You did not shout like a man that was hurt," said they.



"What is it to you what way I shouted?" said he.



"You might give a civil answer to a civil question," said they; "but

sure you were always Sharvan the Surly;" and they went away.



When the giants were out of sight, Sharvan took Pinkeen out of his

wallet.



"Some more berries, you little thief--I mean little Pinkeen," said

he.



"I have not any more," said Pinkeen; "but if you will guard the tree

in Dooros Wood you can feast on them from morn till night."



"I'll guard every tree in the wood, if I may do that," said the

giant.



"You'll have to guard only one," said Pinkeen.



"How am I to get to it?" said Sharvan.



"You must first come with me towards fairyland," said the fairy.



"Very well," said Sharvan; "let us go." And he took up the fairy and

put him into his wallet, and before very long they were on the top of

the mountain. Then the giant looked around towards the giant's land;

but a black cloud shut it out from view, while the sun was shining on

the valley that lay before him, and he could see away in the distance

the green woods and shining waters of fairyland.



It was not long until he reached its borders, but when he tried to

cross them his feet stuck to the ground and he could not move a step.

Sharvan gave three loud shouts that were heard all over fairyland, and

made the trees in the woods tremble, as if the wind of a storm was

sweeping over them.



"Oh, please, Mr. Giant, let me out," said Pinkeen. Sharvan took out

the little fellow, who, as soon as he saw he was on the borders of

fairyland ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and before he had

gone very far he met all the little fairies who, hearing the shouts

of the giant, came trooping out from the ferns to see what was the

matter. Pinkeen told them it was the giant who was to guard the tree,

shouting because he was stuck fast on the borders, and they need have

no fear of him. The fairies were so delighted to have Pinkeen back

again, that they took him up on their shoulders and carried him to the

king's palace, and all the harpers and pipers and fiddlers marched

before him playing the most jocund music that was ever heard. The king

and queen were on the lawn in front of the palace when the gay

procession came up and halted before them. The queen's eyes glistened

with pleasure when she saw the little favourite, and the king was also

glad at heart, but he looked very grave as he said:



"Why have you returned, sirrah?"



Then Pinkeen told his majesty that he had brought with him a giant who

was willing to guard the fairy tree.



"And who is he and where is he?" asked the king.



"The other giants called him Sharvan the Surly," said Pinkeen, "and he

is stuck fast outside the borders of fairyland."



"It is well," said the king, "you are pardoned."



When the fairies heard this they tossed their little red caps in the

air, and cheered so loudly that a bee who was clinging to a rose-bud

fell senseless to the ground.



Then the king ordered one of his pages to take a handful of berries,

and to go to Sharvan and show him the way to Dooros Wood. The page,

taking the berries with him, went off to Sharvan, whose roaring nearly

frightened the poor little fellow to death. But as soon as the giant

tasted the berries he got into good humour, and he asked the page if

he could remove the spell of enchantment from him.



"I can," said the page, "and I will if you promise me that you will

not try to cross the borders of fairyland."



"I promise that, with all my heart," said the giant. "But hurry on, my

little man, for there are pins and needles in my legs."



The page plucked a cowslip, and picking out the five little crimson

spots in the cup of it, he flung one to the north, and one to the

south, and one to the east, and one to the west, and one up into the

sky, and the spell was broken, and the giant's limbs were free. Then

Sharvan and the fairy page set off for Dooros Wood, and it was not

long until they came within view of the fairy tree. When Sharvan saw

the berries glistening in the sun, he gave a shout so loud and strong

that the wind of it blew the little fairy back to fairyland. But he

had to return to the wood to tell the giant that he was to stay all

day at the foot of the tree ready to do battle with anyone who might

come to steal the berries, and that during the night he was to sleep

amongst the branches.



"All right," said the giant, who could scarcely speak, as his mouth

was full of berries.



Well, the fame of the fairy-tree spread far and wide, and every day

some adventurer came to try if he could carry away some of the

berries; but the giant, true to his word, was always on the watch, and

not a single day passed on which he did not fight and slay a daring

champion, and the giant never received a wound, for fire could not

burn him, nor water drown him, nor weapon wound him.



Now, at this time, when Sharvan was keeping watch and ward over the

tree, a cruel king was reigning over the lands that looked towards the

rising sun. He had slain the rightful king by foul means, and his

subjects, loving their murdered sovereign, hated the usurper; but much

as they hated him they feared him more, for he was brave and

masterful, and he was armed with a helmet and shield which no weapon

made by mortal hands could pierce, and he carried always with him two

javelins that never missed their mark, and were so fatal that they

were called "the shafts of death." The murdered king had two

children--a boy, whose name was Niall, and a girl, who was called

Rosaleen--that is, little Rose; but no rose that ever bloomed was half

as sweet or fresh or fair as she. Cruel as the tyrant king was, he was

afraid of the people to kill the children. He sent the boy adrift on

the sea in an open boat, hoping the waves would swallow it; and he got

an old witch to cast the spell of deformity over Rosaleen, and under

the spell her beauty faded, until at last she became so ugly and

wasted that scarcely anyone would speak to her. And, shunned by

everyone, she spent her days in the out-houses with the cattle, and

every night she cried herself to sleep.



One day, when she was very lonely, a little robin came to pick the

crumbs that had fallen about her feet. He appeared so tame that she

offered him the bread from her hand, and when he took it she cried

with joy at finding that there was one living thing that did not shun

her. After this the robin came every day, and he sang so sweetly for

her that she almost forgot her loneliness and misery. But once while

the robin was with her the tyrant king's daughter, who was very

beautiful, passed with her maids of honour, and, seeing Rosaleen, the

princess said:



"Oh, there is that horrid ugly thing."



The maids laughed and giggled, and said they had never seen such a

fright.



Poor Rosaleen felt as if her heart would break, and when the princess

and her maids were out of sight she almost cried her eyes out. When

the robin saw her crying he perched on her shoulder and rubbed his

little head against her neck and chirruped softly in her ear, and

Rosaleen was comforted, for she felt she had at least one friend in

the world, although it was only a little robin. But the robin could do

more for her than she could dream of. He heard the remark made by the

princess, and he saw Rosaleen's tears, and he knew now why she was

shunned by everybody, and why she was so unhappy. And that very

evening he flew off to Dooros Wood, and called on a cousin of his and

told him all about Rosaleen.



"And you want some of the fairy berries, I suppose," said his cousin,

Robin of the Wood.



"I do," said Rosaleen's little friend.



"Ah," said Robin of the Wood, "times have changed since you were here

last. The tree is guarded now all the day long by a surly giant. He

sleeps in the branches during the night, and he breathes upon them and

around them every morning, and his breath is poison to bird and bee.

There is only one chance open, and if you try that it may cost you

your life."



"Then tell me what it is, for I would give a hundred lives for

Rosaleen," said her own little robin.



"Well," said Robin of the Wood, "every day a champion comes to battle

with the giant, and the giant, before he begins the fight, puts a

branch of berries in the iron belt that's around his waist, so that

when he feels tired or thirsty he can refresh himself, and there is

just a bare chance, while he is fighting, of picking one of the

berries from the branch; but if his breath fall on you it is certain

death."



"I will take the chance," said Rosaleen's robin.



"Very well," said the other. And the two birds flew through the wood

until they came within sight of the fairy tree. The giant was lying

stretched at the foot of it, eating the berries; but it was not long

until a warrior came, who challenged him to battle. The giant jumped

up, and plucking a branch from the tree stuck it in his belt, and

swinging his iron club above his head strode towards the warrior, and

the fight began. The robin perched on a tree behind the giant, and

watched and waited for his chance; but it was a long time coming, for

the berries were in front of the giant's belt. At last the giant, with

one great blow, struck the warrior down, but as he did so he stumbled

and fell upon him, and before he had time to recover himself the

little robin darted towards him like a flash and picked off one of the

berries, and then, as fast as wings could carry him, he flew towards

home, and on his way he passed over a troop of warriors on snow-white

steeds. All the horsemen except one wore silver helmets and shining

mantles of green silk, fastened by brooches of red gold, but the

chief, who rode at the head of the troop, wore a golden helmet, and

his mantle was of yellow silk, and he looked by far the noblest of

them all. When the robin had left the horsemen far behind him he spied

Rosaleen sitting outside the palace gates bemoaning her fate. The

robin perched upon her shoulder, and almost before she knew he was

there he put the berry between her lips, and the taste was so

delicious that Rosaleen ate it at once, and that very moment the

witch's withering spell passed away from her, and she became as lovely

as the flower of beauty. Just then the warriors on the snow-white

steeds came up, and the chief with the mantle of yellow silk and the

golden helmet leaped from his horse, and bending his knee before her,

said:



"Fairest of all fair maidens, you are surely the daughter of the king

of these realms, even though you are without the palace gates,

unattended, and wear not royal robes. I am the Prince of the Sunny

Valleys."



"Daughter of a king I am," said Rosaleen, "but not of the king who

rules these realms."



And saying this she fled, leaving the prince wondering who she could

be. The prince then ordered his trumpeters to give notice of his

presence outside the palace, and in a few moments the king and all his

nobles came out to greet the prince and his warriors, and give them

welcome. That night a great feast was spread in the banquet-hall, and

the Prince of the Sunny Valleys sat by the king, and beside the prince

sat the king's beautiful daughter, and then in due order sat the

nobles of the court and the warriors who had come with the prince, and

on the wall behind each noble and warrior his shield and helmet were

suspended, flashing radiance through the room. During the feast the

prince spoke most graciously to the lovely lady at his side, but all

the time he was thinking of the unknown beauty he had met outside the

palace gates, and his heart longed for another glimpse of her. When

the feast was ended, and the jewelled drinking-cups had gone merrily

around the table, the bards sang, to the accompaniment of harps, the

"Courtship of the Lady Eimer," and as they pictured her radiant beauty

outshining that of all her maidens, the prince thought that fair as

Lady Eimer was there was one still fairer.



When the feast was ended the king asked the prince what brought him

into his realms.



"I come," said the prince, "to look for a bride, for it was foretold

to me in my own country that here only I should find the lady who is

destined to share my throne, and fame reported that in your kingdom

are to be found the loveliest maidens in all the world, and I can well

believe that," added the prince, "after what I have seen to-day."



When the king's daughter heard this she hung down her head and blushed

like a rose, for, of course, she thought the prince was alluding only

to herself, as she did not know that he had seen Rosaleen, and she had

not heard of the restoration of her beauty.



Before another word could be spoken a great noise and the clang of

arms were heard outside the palace. The king and his guests started

from their seats and drew their swords, and the bards raised the song

of battle; but their voices were stilled and their harps silenced when

they saw at the threshold of the banquet hall a battle champion, in

whose face they recognised the features of their murdered king.



"'Tis Niall come back to claim his father's throne," said the chief

bard. "Long live Niall!"



"Long live Niall!" answered all the others.



The king, white with rage and amazement, turned to the chiefs and

nobles of his court, and cried out:



"Is there none loyal enough to drive that intruder from the banquet

hall?"



But no one stirred, and no answer was given. Then the king rushed

forward alone, but before he could reach the spot where Niall was

standing he was seized by a dozen chiefs and at once disarmed.



During this scene the king's daughter had fled frightened; but

Rosaleen, attracted by the noise, and hearing her brother's name and

the cheers which greeted it, had entered the banquet hall unperceived

by anyone. But when her presence was discovered every eye was dazzled

with her beauty. Niall looked at her for a second, wondering if the

radiant maiden before him could be the little sister he had been

separated from for so many years. In another second she was clasped in

his arms.



Then the feast was spread again, and Niall told the story of his

adventures; and when the Prince of the Sunny Valley asked for the hand

of Rosaleen, Niall told his lovely sister to speak for herself. With

downcast eyes and smiling lips she said, "yes," and that very day was

the gayest and brightest wedding that ever took place, and Rosaleen

became the prince's bride.



In her happiness she did not forget the little robin, who was her

friend in sorrow. She took him home with her to Sunny Valleys, and

every day she fed him with her own hands, and every day he sang for

her the sweetest songs that were ever heard in lady's bower.