the Ford, by Fiona Macleod,
1896 Geddes edition
THE THREE MARVELS OF HYII
THE SABBATH OF THE FISHES AND THE FLIESFOR three days Colum had fasted, save for a mouthful of meal at dawn, a piece of ryebread at noon, and a mouthful of dulse and spring-water at sundown. On the night of the third day, Oran and Keir came to him in his cell. Colum was on his knees, lost in prayer. There was no sound there, save the faint whispered muttering of his lips, and on the plastered wall the weary buzzing of a fly.
"Master!" said Oran in a low voice, soft with pity and awe, "Master!"
But Colum took no notice. His lips still moved, and the tangled hairs below his nether lip shivered with his failing breath.
"Father!" said Keir, tender as a woman, Father!"
Colum did not turn his eyes from the wall. The fly droned his drowsy hum upon the rough plaster. It crawled wearily for a space, then stopped. The slow hot drone filled the cell.
"Master," said Oran, "it is the will of the brethren that you break your fast. You are old, and God has your glory. Give us peace."
"Father," urged Keir, seeing that Colum kneeled unnoticingly, his lips still moving above his black beard, with the white hair of him falling about his head like a snowdrift slipping from a boulder. " Father, be pitiful! We hunger and thirst for your presence. We can fast no longer, yet have we no heart to break our fast if you are not with us. Come, holy one, and be of our company, and cat of the good broiled fish that awaiteth us. We perish for the benediction of thine eyes."
Then it was that Colum rose, and walked slowly towards the wall.
"Little black beast," he said to the fly that droned its drowsy hum and moved not at all; "little black beast, sure it is well I am knowing what you are. You are thinking you are going to get my blessing, you that have come out of hell for the soul of me!"
At that the fly flew heavily from the wall, and slowly circled round and round the head of Colum the White.
"What think you of that, brother Oran, brother Keir?" he asked in a low voice, hoarse because of his long fast and the weariness that was upon him.
"It is a fiend," said Oran.
"It is an angel," said Keir.
Thereupon the fly settled upon the wall again, and again droned his drowsy hot hum.
"Little black beast," said Colum, with the frown coming down into his eyes, "is it for peace you are here, or for sin? Answer, I conjure you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost!"
"An ainm an Athar, 's an mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh," repeated Oran below his breath.
"An ainm an Athar, 's an mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimk," repeated Keir below his breath.
Then the fly that was upon the wall flew up to the roof and circled to and fro. And it sang a beautiful song, and its song was this:I
And with that the fly passed from their vision. In the cell was a most wondrous sweet song, like the sound of far-off pipes over water.
Oran said in a low voice of awe, "O our God!
Keir whispered, white with fear, "O God, my God!"
But Colum rose, and took a scourge from where it hung on the wall. "It shall be for peace, Oran," he said, with a grim smile flitting like a bird above the nest of his black beard; "it shall be for peace, Keir!"
And with that he laid the scourge heavily upon the bent backs of Keir and Oran, nor stayed his hand, nor let his three days' fast weaken the deep piety that was in the might of his arm, and because of the glory to God.
Then, when he was weary, peace came into his heart, and he sighed "Amen!"
"Amen!" said Oran the monk.
"Amen!" said Keir the monk.
"And this thing hath been done," said Colum, "because of the evil wish of you and the brethren, that I should break my fast, and eat of fish, till God willeth it. And lo, I have learned a mystery. Ye shall all witness to it on the morrow, which is the Sabbath."
That night the monks wondered much. Only Oran and Keir cursed the fishes in the deeps of the sea and the flies in the deeps of the air.
On the morrow, when the sun was yellow on the brown sea-weed, and there was peace on the isle and upon the waters, Colum and the brotherhood went slowly towards the sea.
At the meadows that are close to the sea, the Saint stood still. All bowed their heads.
"O winged things of the air," cried Colum, "draw near!"
With that the air was full of the hum of innumerous flies, midges, bees, wasps, moths, and all winged insects. These settled upon the monks, who moved not, but praised God in silence. "Glory and praise to God," cried Colum, "behold the Sabbath of the children of God that inhabit the deeps of the air! Blessing and peace be upon them."
"Peace! Peace! " cried the monks, with one voice.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost!" cried Colum the White, glad because of the glory to God.
"An ainm an Athar, 's an mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh," cried the monks, bowing reverently, and Oran and Keir deepest of all, because they saw the fly that was of Colum's cell leading the whole host, as though it were their captain, and singing to them a marvellous sweet song.
Oran and Keir testified to this thing, and all were full of awe and wonder, and Colum praised God.
Then the Saints and the brotherhood moved onward and went upon the rocks. When all stood ankle-deep in the sea-weed that was swaying in the tide, Colum cried:
"O finny creatures of the deep, draw near!"
And with that the whole sea shimmered as with silver and gold.
All the fishes of the sea, and the great eels, and the lobsters and the crabs, came in a swift and terrible procession. Great was the glory.
Then Colum cried, "O fishes of the Deep, who is your king?"
Whereupon the herring, the mackerel, and the dog-fish swam forward, and each claimed to be king. But the echo that ran from wave to wave said, The Herring is King.
Then Colum said to the mackerel: "Sing the song that is upon you!"
And the mackerel sang the song of the wild rovers of the sea, and the lust of pleasure.
Then Colum said, "But for God's mercy, I would curse you, O false fish."
Then he spake likewise to the dog-fish: and the dog-fish sang of slaughter and the chase, and the joy of blood.
And Colum said: "Hell shall be your portion."
And there was peace. And the Herring said :
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost!"
Whereat all that mighty multitude, ere they sank into the deep, waved their fins and their claws, each after his kind, and repeated as with one voice:
"An ainm an Athar, 's an mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh! "
And the glory that was upon the Sound of Iona was as though God trailed a starry net upon the waters, with a shining star in every little hollow, and a flowing moon of gold on every wave.
Then Colum the White put out both his arms, and blessed the children of God that are in the deeps of the sea and that are in the deeps of the air.
That is how Sabbath came upon all living things upon Hy that is called Iona,andwithin the air above Hy, and within the sea that is around Hy.
And the glory is Colum's.NEXT