98 ENNIS NA SHTA. 



and flickered, and danced over horses and 

 horsemen, as they sank into the cold waters 

 of the lake. 



On the pinnacle of an isolated rock, 

 Bragelah, supported by her fairy lover, trust- 

 ing still, yet trembling and terror-stricken, 

 was waving an adieu to the castle of Annagh 

 Buie and its baffled lord. 



Slowly the mist closed round them, and 

 the fairy harps struck up a march of elfin 

 triumph as the light evening breeze wafted 

 them away to the blue and distant summit of 

 Benbulben. 



