And they must send the lord's son for it- for he said it would not be given to any other one. And the Goban said he would do that when he had finished the castle, but he could not finish it without some tool he had left at home. And as she said, the lord came and bade the Goban to make a cat and two-tails, for no one could make that but himself, and it was meaning to kill him on it he was. And when the castle was near built, the woman told him the lord was going to play him a trick, and to kill him or shut him up when he had the castle made, the way he would not build one for any-other lord that was as good. "One time some great king or lord sent for the Goban to build a caislean for him, and the son's wife said to him before he went 'Be always great with the women of the house, and always have a comrade among them.' So when the Goban went there he coaxed one of the women the same as if he was not married. So he said then she would do as a wife for his son." Then he sent her to walk neither on the road or off the road, and she walked on the path beside it. And she went having only one shoe and one stocking on her, so she was neither dressed or undressed. Then he asked could she go to the market and not be dressed or undressed.
#Wona goban skin#
She said she could, and she went to the market, and there she pulled off the wool and sold it and brought back the price and the skin as well. Then he asked her could she bring a sheepskin to the market and bring back the price of it, and the skin itself as well. Another girl came another day, and he bade her take notice of all that was in the house, and he said 'Do you think could a couple knock a living out of this?' 'They could if they stopped in it,' she said. So he said she wouldn't do, and he sent her away. So there came a girl to the house one day, and the Goban Saor bade her look round at all that was in the room, and he said 'Do you think a couple could get a living out of this?' 'They could not,' she said. That is the reason he wanted a witty wife for him. But when the boy began to grow up he had no wit, and the Goban knew by that he was no son of his. And it was a daughter she had but a neighbouring woman had a son at the same time, and they made an exchange to save the life of the Goban's wife. He was going from home one time and he said to the wife 'If it is a daughter you have this time I'll kill you when I come back' for up to that time he had no sons, but only daughters. "The Goban Saor was a mason and a smith, and he could do all things, and he was very witty. Those that make inventions in these days have the gift, such a man now as Edison, with all he has got out of electricity." There is many a man without learning will get the better of a college-bred man, and will have better words too. That is the way, a man that has the gift will get more out of his own brain than another will get through learning.
He learned no trade, but he was master of sixteen. He went one time to Quin Abbey when it was building, looking for a job, and the men were going to their dinner, and he had poor clothes, and they began to jibe at him, and the foreman said 'Make now a cat-and-nine-tails while we are at our dinner, if you are any good.' And he took the chisel and cut it in the rough in the stone, a cat with nine tails coming from it, and there it was complete when they came out from their dinner. There was no beating him he had got the gift. "The Goban was the master of sixteen trades. And as to the people in the towns, they don't care for such things now, they are too corrupted with drink." But they are too venemous now to do that. If she was, why would she have run away? In the old time the people had no envy, and they would be writing down the stories and the songs for one another. And I don't believe she was handsome either. Many would tell you Grania slept under the cromlechs, but I don't believe that, and she a king's daughter. And there was a low-sized race came that worked the land of Ireland a long time they had their time like the others.
And then the Firbolgs came, the best men that ever were in Ireland, and they had no law but love, and there was never such peace and plenty in Ireland. The Nemidians came after that and stopped for a while, and then they all died of some disease. "As to the old history of Ireland, the first man ever died in Ireland was Partholan, and he is buried, and his greyhound along with him, at some place in Kerry.
119541 The Kiltartan History Book 1909 Lady Gregory THE ANCIENT TIMES
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