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Branán of the silver torque came forward, his shield bitten by a hundred serpent-edges. “Who will cross the nine waves of forgetting,” said the king, “and bring back the cauldron of tongues? For the hag of the gray rock has stolen our speech, and our poets sing only the sound of rain.”

The hag stopped weaving. The cauldron turned. And from its mouth came not words but a river— a river of names: Eithne, Cúan, Bréanainn, Lóegaire, the name of the black horse, the name of the ash tree, the name of the wave that never breaks, the name of the wound that heals by morning. But the tongueless king woke on his throne of slag. His body was a bag of eels. His crown was a thorn. “You have taken my silence,” he said. “So I will take your shape. Where you walk, I will walk one step behind. When you sleep, I will count your ribs like a miser.” kelt xalqlari epik ijodi

“You came for speech,” she said. “But speech is a debt. Every word you have spoken was borrowed from the dead. I have taken the tongue of your tribe. It hangs in my cage made of rib and thistle. Sing me a song that has never been sung, and I will give it back—with interest.” Branán of the silver torque came forward, his