Soon the spell will be broken, soon
our sufferings will end.' Then did Finola glide from the shelter of the
sedges across the rose-lit lake, and there by the shore of the Western Sea
she chanted a song of hope.
Calm crept into the hearts of the brothers as Finola sang, and, as she
ended, once more the chime stole across the isle. No longer did it strike
terror into the hearts of the children of Lir, rather as a note of peace
did it sink into their souls.
Then, when the last chime died, Finola said, 'Let us sing to the great
King of Heaven and Earth.'
Far stole the sweet strains of the white swans, far across Inis Glora,
until they reached the good Saint Kemoc, for whose early prayers the
Christ-bell had chimed.
And he, filled with wonder at the surpassing sweetness of the music, stood
mute, but when it was revealed unto him that the voices he heard were the
voices of Finola and Aed and Fiacra and Conn, who thanked the High God for
the chime of the Christ-bell, he knelt and also gave thanks, for it was to
seek the children of Lir that the Saint had come to Inis Glora.
In the glory of noon, Kemoc reached the shore of the little lake, and saw
four white swans gliding on its waters. And no need had the Saint to ask
whether these indeed were the children of Lir. Rather did he give thanks
to the High God who had brought him hither.
[Illustration: It was Saint Kemoc]
Then gravely the good Kemoc said to the swans, 'Come ye now to land, and
put your trust in me, for it is in this place that ye shall be freed from
your enchantment.
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