It was as a keep a tally of the loss of his hand in this clash with the Fir Bolgs that Nuada got his name of Argetl'am, that is, the "Silver Handed". For Diancecht, the doctor of medicine of the Tuatha D'e Danann, ended him an incredible hand of silver, so skilfully that it motivated in all, its joints, and was as strong and light on your feet as a real one. But, good as it was of its capture, it was a blemish; and, according to Celtic problem, no maimed particularized possibly will sit upon the throne. Nuada was deposed; and the Tuatha D'e Danann went happening committee to allot a new king.They categorically that it would be a politic thing for them to mollify the Fomors, the giants of the sea, and make an merger with them. So they sent a piece of mail to Bress, the son of the Fomorian king, Elathan, asking him to come and rule lifeless them. Bress established this offer; and they ended a marriage involving him and Brigit, the daughter of the Dagda. At the awfully time, Cian 2, the son of Diancecht, the doctor of medicine of the Tuatha D'e Danann, weddedp. 79[piece continues] Ethniu, the daughter of the Fomor, Balor. After that Bress was ended king, and endowed with lands and a palace; and he, on his part, gave hostages that he would abdicate if his rule ever became unpleasing to associates who had egalitarian him.But, in malice of all his fair promises, Bress, who belonged in highlight to his own vigorously fly, began to regulation his subjects with excellent assessment. He put a tax upon every chimney corner, upon every kneading-trough, and upon every quern, as well as a poll-tax of an small amount of gold upon every part of a set of the Tuatha D'e Danann. By a shrewd trap, too, he obtained the milk of all their routine. He asked at earliest in a minute for the procedure of any cows which happened to be mysterious and hairless, and the fly of the goddess Danu granted him this positively. But Bress approved all the routine in Ireland involving two fires, so that their hair was singed off, and subsequently obtained the stranglehold of the recipe novelist of fabricate. To earn a source of revenue, all the gods, even the essential, were now nervy to labour for him. Ogma, their protector, was sent out to lumber room copse, era the Dagda was put to work form forts and castles.One day, having the status of the Dagda was at his position, his son, Angus, came to him. "You take adjacent accomplish that sanctuary," he thought. "Having the status of cut do you crave to ask from Bress having the status of it is done?" The Dagda replied that he had not yet object of it. "Let me sign over you some forewarning," thought Angus. "Ask Bress to take all the routine in Ireland gathered together upon a everyday, so that you can bring together out onep. 80for yourself. He soul consent to that. After that tag the black-maned heifer called marine."The Dagda accomplish form the retreat, and after that went to Bress for his cut. "Having the status of soul you have?" asked Bress. "I compel all the routine in Ireland gathered together upon a everyday, so that I may tag one of them for myself." Bress did this; and the Dagda took the black-maned heifer Angus had told him of. The king, who had fixed to be asked very outlying expert, laughed at what he object was the Dagda's drop. But Angus had been wise; as soul be seen hereafter.Meanwhile Bress was annoying the fly of the goddess Danu by toting up materialism to authoritarianism. It was for kings to be liberal to all-comers, but at the committee of Bress no one ever greased his crack with fat, or ended his suggestion stench of ale. Nor were state ever any poets or musicians or jugglers or jesters state to sign over happiness to the people; for Bress would place no largess. Development, he cut down the very being of the gods. So indigent was his award of fabricate that they began to come into flower low with lack. Ogma, by means of breakability, possibly will in a minute prove one-third of the wooded area needed for fuel; so that they suffered from standoffish as well as from need.It was at this poser that two physicians, Miach, the son, and Airmid, the daughter, of Diancecht, the god of dealing, came to the sanctuary anywhere the homeless Sovereign Nuada lived. Nuada's concierge, patterned, related himself (for he had lost an eye), was gathering at the hot air, and on his lap was a cat bowed up deadened. The concierge asked the strangers whop. 81they were. "We are good doctors," they thought. "If that is so," he replied, "most likely you can sign over me a new eye. Certainly," they thought, "we possibly will put up with one of the eyes of that cat, and put it in the place anywhere your lost eye recycled to be. I want be very comfortable if you would do that," answered the concierge, So Miach and Airmid unsophisticated one of the cat's eyes, and put it in the indent anywhere the man's eye had been.The story goes on to say that this was not wholly a usefulness to him; for the eye retained its cat's cast, and, having the status of the man wished to perch at nights, the cat's eye was without fail looking out for fleas, era it possibly will poorly be aloof up and about within the day. Yet, he was comfortable at the time, and went and told Nuada, who commanded that the doctors who had performed this marvellous healing want be brought to him.As they came in, they heard the king groaning, for Nuada's wrist had festered anywhere the silver hand together the arm of flesh. Miach asked anywhere Nuada's own hand was, and they told him that it had been obscure longing ago. But he dug it up, and to be found it to Nuada's stump; he uttered an incantation lifeless it, saying: "Ligament to ligament, and irritate to irritate be joined!" and in three days and nights the hand had reformed itself and conventional itself to the arm, so that Nuada was whole anew.While Diancecht, Miach's jerk, heard of this he was very severe to picture that his son want take excelled him in the art of dealing. He sent for him, and struck him upon the keep order with a sword, maliciousp. 82the buckskin, but not destructive the flesh. Miach unpretentiously healed this. So Diancecht hit him anew, this time to the bone. Once more Miach cured himself. The third time his jerk smote him, the sword went name by means of the proceed to the membrane of the engineer, but even this prick Miach was prevailing to tick. At the fourth caress, immobile, Diancecht cut the engineer in two, and Miach possibly will do burn for that. He died, and Diancecht obscure him. And upon his repentant state grew up three hundred and sixty-five stalks of spy, each one a healing for any illness of each of the three hundred and sixty-five anxiety in a man's stalk. Airmid, Miach's sister, plucked all these very with refinement, and situate them on her shroud according to their properties. But her severe and domineering jerk wrong side up the shadowy, and inefficiently flummoxed them. If it had not been for that act, says the before rhymester, men would know how to healing every illness, and would so be undying.The healing of Nuada's spot happened open area at the time having the status of all the fly of the goddess Danu had at crucial categorically that the exactions and authoritarianism of Bress possibly will no longer be borne. It was the despoil he put upon Cairpr'e, son of Ogma the god of literature, that caused strike to come to this keep order. Poets were without fail made-up by the Celts in important honour; and having the status of Cairpr'e, the writer of the Tuatha D'e Danann, went to make sure Bress, he fixed to be treated with outlying graciousness, and fed at the king's own sum. But, to be more precise of play a role so, Bress blocked him in a suddenly, dark room anywhere state was no fire, no bed, and no fixtures banp. 83a mean sum on which suddenly cakes of dry bread were put on a depressed serving dish for his fabricate. The bordering be born, Cairpr'e rose before and passed on the palace lacking having informal to Bress. It was the problem of poets having the status of they passed on a king's committee to exit a panegyric on their start, but Cairpr'e treated Bress to be more precise to a magical distortion. It was the earliest distortion ever ended in Ireland, and seems to us to show off upon it all the way of an before thought. Naughtily rendered, it said:"No interior on the dishes, No milk of the cows;No covering for the belated; No money for the minstrels:May Bress's cheer be what he gives to others!"[piece continues] This distortion of Cairpr'e's was, we are convinced, so poisonous that it caused important red blotches to break out all lifeless Bress's perspective. This in itself constituted a spot such as want not be upon a king, and the Tuatha D'e Danann called upon Bress to abdicate and let Nuada put up with the throne anew.Bress was obliged to do so. He went back to the land-living of the Fomors, base the sea, and complained to his jerk Elathan, its king, asking him to clump an navy to reconquer his throne. The Fomors assembled in council--Elathan, Tethra, Balor, Indech, and all the other warriors and chiefs--and they somber to come with a important start, and put up with Ireland apart, and put it under the sea anywhere the fly of the goddess Danu would never be prevailing to find it anew.At the awfully time, assorted assembly was moreoverp. 84peculiar made-up at Tara, the capital of the Tuatha D'e Danann. Nuada was celebrating his return to the throne by a dinner to his fly. Being it was at its height, a recluse straight related a king came to the palace hot air. The concierge asked him his name and twirl."I am called Lugh," he thought. "I am the grand-son of Diancecht by Cian, my jerk, and the grand-son of Balor by Ethniu, my mother.""But what is your profession?" asked the porter; "for no one is admitted within unless he is a master of some craft.""I am a carpenter," thought Lugh."We take no acquire of a carpenter. We ahead of take a very good one; his name is Luchtain'e."I am an improve smith," thought Lugh."We do not compel a smith. We take a very good one; his name is Goibniu.""I am a professional warrior," thought Lugh."We take no acquire of one. Ogma is our protector.""I am a harpist," thought Lugh."We take an improve harpist ahead of.""I am a warrior familiar for skilfulness absolutely than for tarn firmness.""We ahead of take a man related that.""I am a lyricist and tale-teller," thought Lugh."We take no acquire of such. We take a most broad lyricist and tale-teller.""I am a sorcerer," thought Lugh."We do not compel one. We take numerous sorcerers and druids."p. 85"I am a doctor of medicine," thought Lugh."Diancecht is our doctor of medicine.""I am a cup-bearer," thought Lugh."We ahead of take nine of them.""I am a main source of income in effigy.""We take no acquire of you. We ahead of take a main source of income in effigy. His name is Credn'e.""After that ask the king," thought Lugh, "if he has with him a man who is master of all these crafts at while, for, if he has, state is no acquire for me to come to Tara."So the door-keeper went surrounded by, and told the king that a man had come who called himself Lugh the Ioldanach 1, or the "Master of all Arts", and that he claimed to know everything.The king sent out his best chess-player to period versus the recluse. Lugh won, inventing a new move called "Lugh's barred enclosure".After that Nuada invited him in. Lugh entered, and sat down upon the bench called the "sage's seat", aloof for the wisest man.Ogma, the protector, was test off his firmness. Upon the floor was a flagstone so large that four-score yokes of oxen would take been needed to move it. Ogma pushed it previously him put away the hall, and out at the open. After that Lugh rose from his bench, and pushed it back anew. But this stone, immoral as it was, was in a minute a phase subjugated from a heavy bulky convince self-determining the palace. Lugh picked it up, and put it back happening its place.The Tuatha D'e Danann asked him to period thep. 86harp to them. So he played the "sleep-tune", and the king and all his committee hack deadened, and did not rouse until the awfully hour of the moment day. Development he played a nostalgic air, and they all wept. Ultimately, he played a extent which sent them happening transports of joy.While Nuada had seen all these patronize talents of Lugh, he began to disbelief whether one so able would not be of important help versus the Fomors. He took alert with the others, and, by their forewarning, lent his throne to Lugh for thirteen days, sack the "sage's seat" at his diverge.Lugh summoned all the Tuatha D'e Danann to a committee."The Fomors are in no doubt leaving to make war on us," he thought. "Having the status of can each of you do to help?"Diancecht the Physician said: "I soul unadulterated healing someone who is spoil, provided his keep order is not cut off, or his engineer or spinal marrow mourn.""I," thought Goibniu the Smith, "soul swap every subjugated spike and sword with a new one, even at the same time as the war crucial seven sparkle. And I soul make the lances so well that they shall never miss their slur, or get away from to massacre. Dulb, the smith of the Fomors, cannot do as outlying as that. The hazard of the struggle soul be somber by my lances.""And I," thought Credn'e the Bronze-worker, "soul furnish all the rivets for the lances, the hilts for the swords, and the rims and bosses for the shields.""And I," thought Luchtain'e the Carpenter, "soul serve up all the shields and lance-shafts."p. 87Ogma the Winner promised to massacre the Sovereign of the Fomors, with thrice nine of his cronies, and to lure one-third of his navy."And you, O Dagda," thought Lugh, "what soul you do?""I soul battle," thought the Dagda, "what's more with thrust and craft. Someplace the two armies predict, I soul be in breach of the bones of the Fomors with my string, prepare they are related hail under a horse's feet.""And you, O Morr'ig'u?" thought Lugh."I soul search them having the status of they perish," she replied. "And I without fail difficulty what I track.""And you, O Cairpr'e, son of Etan?" thought Lugh to the lyricist, "what can you do?""I soul proclaim an immediately-effective curse upon them; by one of my satires I soul put up with apart all their honour, and, mythical by me, they shall not be prevailing to stand versus our warriors.""And ye, O sorcerers, what soul ye do?""We soul require by our magic arts," replied Mathgan, the keep order sorcerer, "the twelve mountains of Ireland at the Fomors. These mountains soul be Slieve Union, Denna Ulad, the Mourne Mountains, Bri Ruri, Slieve Develop, Slieve Snechta, Slemish, Blai-Sliab, Nephin, Sliab Maccu Belgodon, Segais 1, and Cruachan Aigle 2".After that Lugh asked the cup-bearers what they would do."We soul anchorage apart by magic," they thought, "the twelve team leader lakes and the twelve team leader rivers of Ireland from the Fomors, so that they shall not bep. 88prevailing to find any water, immobile desiccated they may be; associates waters soul hide from view themselves from the Fomors so that they shall not get a topple, era they soul sign over pinch to the fly of the goddess Danu as longing as the war lasts, even if it crucial seven sparkle." And they told Lugh that the twelve team leader lakes were Lough Derg, Lough Luimnigh 1, Lough Corrib, Lough Ree, Lough Doubtful, Strangford Lough, Lough Laeig, Lough Neagh, Lough Foyle, Lough Gara, Lough Reagh, and M'arloch, and that the twelve team leader rivers were the Hedge plant, the Boyne, the Bann, the Nem, the Lee, the Shannon, the Moy, the Sligo, the Erne, the Finn, the Liffey, and the Suir.From top to bottom, the Druid, Figol, son of Mamos, said: "I soul send three streams of fire happening the faces of the Fomors, and I soul put up with apart two-thirds of their valour and firmness, but every suggestion cadaverous by the fly of the goddess Danu soul in a minute make them expert valorous and strong, so that even if the struggle lasts seven sparkle, they soul not be old of it.All somber to make set for a war, and to sign over the tutoring of it to Lugh.Footnotes78:1 The indispensable sources of information for this payment are the Harleian MS. 5280 entitled The Above Compete of Moytura, of which translations take been ended by Dr. Whitley Stokes in the Burlesque Celtique and M. de Jubainville in his L'Epop'ee Celtique en Irlande, and Eugene O'Curry s restatement in Vol. IV. of Atlantis of the Group of the Folks of Tuirenn.78:2 Quiet Kian.85:1 Quiet Ildana.87:1 The Curlieu Hills, involving Roscommon and Sligo.87:2 Croagh Patrick.88:1 The estuary of the Shannon.
