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The Dearg-Daol
Author: Pádraic H. Pearse
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Sources
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The edition used in the digital edition- Pádraic Pearse The Dearg-Daol in Plays Stories Poems. , Dublin, Talbot Press (1966) page 137145
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The Dearg-Daol: Author: Pádraic H. Pearse
p.139
A walking-man, it was, come into my father's house out of the Joyce
Country, that told us this story by the fireside one wild winter's
night. The wind was wailing round the house, like women keening the
dead, while he spoke, and he would make his voice rise or fall according
as the wind's voice would rise or fall. A tall man he was, with wild
eyes, and his share of clothes almost in tatters. There was a sort of
fear on me of him when he came in, and his story didn't lessen my
fear.
The three most blessed beasts in the world, says the
walking-man, are the haddock, the robin redbreast, and God's cow. And
the three most cursed beasts in the world are the viper, the wren, and
the dearg-daol (black chafer). And it's the
dearg-daol is the most cursed of them. 'Tis I that
know that. Woman of the house, if a man would murder his son, don't call
him the dearg-daol. If a woman would come between
yourself and the husband of your bed, don't put her in comparison with
the dearg-daol.
p.140
God save
us, says my mother.
Amen, Lord, says the
walking-man.
He didn't speak again for a spell. We all listened,
for we knew he was going to tell a story. It wasn't long before he
began.
When I was a lad, says the walking- man, there was a woman
of our people that everybody was afraid of. In a little, lonely cabin in
a gap of a mountain, it was, she lived. No one would go near her house.
She, herself, wouldn't come next or near any other body's house. Nobody
would speak to her when they met her on the road. She wouldn't put word
nor wisdom on anybody at all. You'd think a pity to see the creature and
she going the road alone.
Who is she, I would say to my
mother, or why wouldn't they speak to her?
Whisht,
boy, my mother would say to me.That's the Dearg-daol. 'Tis a cursed woman she is.
What did she do, or who put the curse on her? I would
say.
A priest of God that put the curse on her, my mother
would say. No one in life knew what she did.
And that's
all the knowledge I got of
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her until I was a grown chap.
And indeed to you, neighbours, I never heard anything about her but that
she committed some dreadful sin at the start of her life, and that the
priest put his curse on her before the people on account of that sin.
One Sunday, when the people were gathered at Mass, the priest turned
round on them, and says he
There is a woman here, says
he, that will merit eternal damnation for herself and for every
person that makes familiar with her. And I say to that woman, says
he, that she is a cursed woman, and I say to you, let you not have
intercourse or neighbourliness with that woman but as much as you'd have
with a dearg-daol. Rise up now, Dearg-daol, says he, and avoid the company of
decent people henceforth.
The poor woman got up, and went out
the chapel door. There was no name on her from that out but the Dearg-daol. Her own name and surname were put out of
mind. 'Twas said that she had the evil eye. If she'd look on a calf or a
sheep that wasn't her own, the animal would die. The women were afraid
to let their children out on the
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street if the Dearg-daol was going the road.
I married a comely
girl when I was of the age of one-and-twenty. We had a little slip of a
girl, and we had hopes of another child. One day when I was cutting turf
in the bog, my wife was feeding the fowl on the street, when she
sawGod between us and harmthe Dearg-daol making on her up the bohereen, and she with
the little, soft pataire of a child in her arms. An
arm of the child was about the woman's neck, and her shawl covering her.
Speech left my wife.
The Dearg-daol laid the
little girl in her mother's breast. My woman took notice that her
clothes were wet.
What happened the child? says she.
Falling into Lochán na Luachra (the Pool of the
Rushes), she did it, says the Dearg-daol.
Looking for water-lilies she was. I was crossing the road, and I
heard her scream. In over the dyke with me. It was only by dint of
trouble I caught her.
May God reward you, says my
wife.
The other woman went off before she had
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time
to say more. My wife fetched the little wee thing inside, she dried her,
and put her to sleep. When I came in from the bog she told me the story.
The two of us prayed our blessing on the Dearg-daol
that night.
The day after, the little girl began prattling about
the woman that saved her. The water was in my mouth, and in my eyes,
and in my ears, says she. I saw shining sparks, and I heard a
great noise; I was slipping and slipping, says she; and then,
says she, I felt a hand about me, and she lifted me up and she kissed
me. I thought it was at home, I was, when I was in her arms and her
shawl about me, says she.
A couple of days after that my wife
noticed the little thing away from her. We sought her for the length of
two hours. When she came home she told us that she was after paying a
visit to the woman that saved her. She made a cake for me, says
she. She has ne'er a one in the house at all but herself, and she
said to me I should go visiting her every evening.
Neither I
nor my wife was able to say a
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word against her. The Dearg-daol was after saving our girl's life, and it
wouldn't be natural to hinder the child going into her house. From that
day out the little girl would go up the hill to her every day.
The neighbours said to us that it wasn't right. There was a sort of
suspicion on ourselves that it wasn't right, but how could we help
it?
Would you believe me, people? From the day the Dearg-daol laid eyes on the little girl, she began
dwindling and dwindling, like a fire that wouldn't be mended. She lost
her appetite and her activity. After a quarter she was only a shadow.
After another month she was in the churchyard.
The Dearg-daol came down the mountain the day she was
buried. She wouldn't be let into the graveyard. She went her road up the
mountain again alone. My heart bled for the creature, for I knew that
our trouble was no heavier than her trouble. I myself went up the hill
the morning of the next day. I meant to say to her that neither my wife
nor myself had any upbraiding for her. I knocked at the door. I didn't
get any answer. I went into the
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house. The ashes were red
on the hearth. There was no one at all to be seen. I noticed a bed in
the corner. I went over to the bed. The Dearg-daol
was lying there, and she cold dead.
There wasn't any luck on me
or on my household from that day out. My wife died a month after that,
and she in childbirth. The child didn't live. There fell a murrain on my
cattle the winter following. The landlord put me out of my holding. I am
a walking man, and the roads of Connacht before me, from that day to
this.