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He
came
up
to
me
with
open
arms
.
"
Come
to
my
arms
!
"
he
cried
,
and
embraced
and
kissed
me
hard
upon
both
cheeks
.
"
David
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
love
you
like
a
brother
.
And
O
,
man
,
"
he
cried
in
a
kind
of
ecstasy
,
"
am
I
no
a
bonny
fighter
?
"
Thereupon
he
turned
to
the
four
enemies
,
passed
his
sword
clean
through
each
of
them
,
and
tumbled
them
out
of
doors
one
after
the
other
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
kept
humming
and
singing
and
whistling
to
himself
,
like
a
man
trying
to
recall
an
air
;
only
what
HE
was
trying
was
to
make
one
.
All
the
while
,
the
flush
was
in
his
face
,
and
his
eyes
were
as
bright
as
a
five-year-old
child
's
with
a
new
toy
.
And
presently
he
sat
down
upon
the
table
,
sword
in
hand
;
the
air
that
he
was
making
all
the
time
began
to
run
a
little
clearer
,
and
then
clearer
still
;
and
then
out
he
burst
with
a
great
voice
into
a
Gaelic
song
.
I
have
translated
it
here
,
not
in
verse
(
of
which
I
have
no
skill
)
but
at
least
in
the
king
's
English
.
He
sang
it
often
afterwards
,
and
the
thing
became
popular
;
so
that
I
have
heard
it
and
had
it
explained
to
me
,
many
's
the
time
.
"
This
is
the
song
of
the
sword
of
Alan
;
The
smith
made
it
,
The
fire
set
it
;
Now
it
shines
in
the
hand
of
Alan
Breck
.
"
Their
eyes
were
many
and
bright
,
Swift
were
they
to
behold
,
Many
the
hands
they
guided
:
The
sword
was
alone
.
"
The
dun
deer
troop
over
the
hill
,
They
are
many
,
the
hill
is
one
;
The
dun
deer
vanish
,
The
hill
remains
.
"
Come
to
me
from
the
hills
of
heather
,
Come
from
the
isles
of
the
sea
.
O
far-beholding
eagles
,
Here
is
your
meat
.
"
Now
this
song
which
he
made
(
both
words
and
music
)
in
the
hour
of
our
victory
,
is
something
less
than
just
to
me
,
who
stood
beside
him
in
the
tussle
.
Mr.
Shuan
and
five
more
were
either
killed
outright
or
thoroughly
disabled
;
but
of
these
,
two
fell
by
my
hand
,
the
two
that
came
by
the
skylight
.
Four
more
were
hurt
,
and
of
that
number
,
one
(
and
he
not
the
least
important
)
got
his
hurt
from
me
.
So
that
,
altogether
,
I
did
my
fair
share
both
of
the
killing
and
the
wounding
,
and
might
have
claimed
a
place
in
Alan
's
verses
.
But
poets
have
to
think
upon
their
rhymes
;
and
in
good
prose
talk
,
Alan
always
did
me
more
than
justice
.
