" "Be itso," said her father, who had also Druidical power. He struck her with hiswand, and she became a bat, and flew away with a scream, and the legendsays, "She is still a demon of the air and shall be a demon of the airuntil the end of time."After this, the people of all the races that were in Erin used to comeand encamp by the lake and listen to the swans. The happy were madehappier by the song, and those who were in grief or illness or pain forgottheir sorrows and were lulled to rest. There was peace in all that region,while war and tumult filled other lands. Vast changes took place in threecenturies--towers and castles rose and fell, villages were built anddestroyed, generations were born and died;--and still the swan-childrenlived and sang, until at the end of three hundred years they flew away, aswas decreed, to the stormy sea of Moyle; and from that time it was made alaw that no one should kill a swan in Erin.Beside the sea of Moyle they found no longer the peaceful and woodedshores they had known, but only steep and rocky coasts and a wild, wildsea. There came a great storm one night, and the swans knew that theycould not keep together, so they resolved that if separated they wouldmeet at a rock called Carricknarone. Finola reached there first, and tookher brothers under her wings, all wet, shivering, and exhausted.
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