The+King+of+Ireland’s+Son

__ The King of Ireland's Son __ Thuc Once upon a time, when everything was good and everybody was happy. There lived a king named Bartlem and he was the king of Ireland. The king had three sons. There names was Art, Neart, and Ceart. Art was the fathers favorite and the other boys were jealous. One day they heard beautiful music. The king wanted to know where this beautiful music could possibly come from. So, the king asked his three sons to find out where this music was coming from. The king said that who ever found where the music was coming from could have half of his kingdom. The three sons left. They walked until all of them reached a big hole. They heard the music coming from the big hole. Neart and Ceart said " Art, could you please go down? You are the small, fast and light. We will let you down on a rope. From there you can find where the music is coming from and then we will pull you back up." Hoping to lose him forever. Down in the hole then it was like a cave. Art saw a tunnel and followed it for hours until he met an old man. He asked the old man "Excuse me, could you tell me where the beautiful music could be coming from?" " No," said the man. But you could stay here for the night and tomorrow you could go and ask my father down the tunnel. But the walk will take the whole day. The old man and Art ate very fine food. The next day, Art woke up and started to walk down the tunnel to meet the father of the old man. When he got there, he asked the old mans father "Do you know where the beautiful music is coming from?" The old man said "No, but my father down the tunnel might know where the music is coming from. Why don't you stay for the night and go tomorrow." That night they ate fine food. The next day, Art left and walked down the tunnel to where the old old old man lived. When he met the old old old man, he asked the old old old man "Do you know where the beautiful music is coming from?" The old old old man told Art that he must be very hungry and told him that he would tell him in the morning. The old old man gave them fine food to eat. After that, Art went to sleep. When Art woke up, Art again asked the old man where the beautiful music was coming from. The old man told Art that he didn't know where the music was coming from, but that there was a fierce giant that lived down the tunnel. The old old old man said that if Art wanted to face the giant then he could keep following the tunnel. At the end, there was a white stallion that could take him to where the giant lived. Art followed the tunnel until he reached the white stallion. The white stallion took him to a garden. In the garden Art saw a house. When he got in, he saw a girl singing. Then a giant got in the house and saw him. The giant told Art that he would eat him if he couldn't find the giant three times for three nights and if the giant found Art for three nights then the giant would also eat him. Art went back to the white stallion and told the stallion about his problem. The stallion told Art to eat first. They had dinner and went to sleep afterward. When Art woke up he asked the stallion where could the giant be? The stallion told Art that the giant was at the top of the tree. Art climbed up the tree and there he saw the giant. At night they ate the finest food and went to sleep. In the morning Art asked the stallion where the giant was. The stallion told him to kick a football behind the house. So Art found the football an gave it a nice big kick. Out popped the giant. The giant told him that he might've found him today but Art will not find him tomorrow. Art went back to the stallion and they had fine food again. Afterward, they went to sleep. When Art woke up, he asked where the giant could be? The stallion told Art to go to the girl and ask her where the giant was but to signal her so the giant would not know what he meant. Art went and did what the stallion told him to do, the girl signaled to him that he was in her ring. While she kept singing, she gave him the ring and pointed to the fire. The boy threw the ring into the fire. The giant jumped out and screamed, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh. You burnt me." The giant said that now then it was Art's turn in a very menacing way. Art went back to the horse and the horse told him to eat and sleep first. In the morning Art asked the white stallion where he should hide. The stallion told Art to pull out a hair from his tail and hide in the hole where the hair used to be stuck in. The giant looked all day and couldn't find him. At the end of the day, the giant told Art that he would find Art tomorrow and eat him. Again, they ate and went to sleep. In the morning, Art asked the stallion where he should hide today. The stallion told him to take a nail out of his hoof and hide in the hole there. The giant look all day but still couldn't find him. At the end of the day then Art came out and the giant was really annoyed. The stallion told Art to eat and afterwards he went to sleep. On the third day, Art asked the stallion where he should hide and the stallion told him to pull out one of his tooth and hide in the hole that he just pulled the tooth out from. Again, the giant looked all day and still couldn't find Art. At the end of the day, Art went to the house and took the girl home to his father. The two brothers were banished, Art got half of half of the kingdom, and Art and the girl got married. They lived happily ever after. The End.

__The King of Ireland's Son__ Cole

Once upon a time, a wonderful time when the streets were paved with penny loaves, houses where whitewashed with buttermilk and pigs ran around singing "I'm perfect! I'm perfect!" there was a king with three sons Art, Neart and Ceart. Art is simply a man's name but Neart meant strength and Ceart means doing right. But Art was the favorite son and the other two brothers knew and this made them very angry with Art. On one lovely day in Ireland you could hear the best music everywhere you went, but no one knew who was making it. "Go!" the king told his three sons. "Go find who is making that lovely music and bring them to me. The one of you finds the person making the music, will be given half of my kingdom".

After hearing that the three sons set out to find the music for they all wanted the prize. The tree sons walked for hours until they came to a big hole. From the hole they heard the wonderful music and Neart and Ceart told Art "why don’t you go down. You’re the smallest and the lightest we can let you down the hole on a rope." hoping that he would not return.

Art walked all day through a long tunnel until he was about to fall when he saw light at the end of the tunnel. When Art finally got through the light he met an old man. "Can you please tell me where the wonderful music is coming from?" Art asked the old man.

"No," the old man replied "but my father may know but that will be a long journey though, come eat and rest before you leave." When they got to the old mans house they had a feast of the best food Art had ever had. He ate bacon and eggs with black pudding and white pudding and a special Irish pudding and homemade bread.

The next day when Art woke up he immediately went to begin his journey. And again, when Art was about to fall over he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. When he got through the tunnel he met an old old man. "are you the father of the old man who lives back there?'

"He is not old" the old old man said, "he is only one hundred."

"Well," Art said, "Could you please tell me where the wonderful music is coming from?"

"Well," said the second old man, "I cannot help you with that, but maybe my father will know. But that will be a long journey. Come eat and rest before you leave"

So Art went with the old man and they ate another wonderful meal of stirabout and after they finished that they had ham and cabbage with the best potatoes with three pints of the best buttermilk Art had ever tasted.

The next day when Art woke up he went to find the old old mans father. He walked again the hole day until he almost gave up when he saw another light.

"Are you the father of the old, old man back there?" Art asked the man

"That man is not old, but I am his father" he replied.

"Are you making that wonderful music?" Art asked.

"I will tell you in the morning, but for now, lets eat." Art and the old, old, old man had a wonderful feast of porridge, crubeens with soda bread and homemade mutter and the creamiest beer in the world.

The next day when Art woke up he asked the man "Now can you please tell me where the wonderful music is coming from?"

"No," the old, old, old man said, "there is nobody at the end of this tunnel but a mean giant. And I wouldn’t go near him if I where you. But if you really want to go it’s a really far way away, but, there is a white horse that will take you to him."

So Art left to find the horse and when he almost fell over from walking so long he met the horse.

"Can you please take me to the wonderful music?" Art asked the horse.

"Shure," the horse replied, "jump on my back and I'll take you there." It took a hole day to get to the house with the wonderful music when the horse said "this is the closest that I can take you."

In front of the house there was the best garden Art had ever seen. When Art got to the house he looked inside and saw that it was a girl singing the music.

"Hello," Art said, "sorry to interrupt your music it’s the best I have ever heard."

"Its fine," replied the girl, "besides, I cant leave until someone comes and gets me out but you must leave the person who is keeping me is big and mean."

"I'm not afraid of him" Art said, "What can he do?"

"He'll ask you a couple of riddles. He has to hide for three nights and then you have to hide for three…"

Before she could finish and before Art could decide weather he wanted to stay or leave he heard a deep voice say "Who is in my house?"

Before Art could move the giant grabbed Art and lifted him into the air. "What are you doing here!" the giant roared.

"I came to find who was making the wonderful music."

"Well now you've found it" replied the giant.

"You may have the music," the giant said, "If, when I hide for three days you find me each day and you hide for three days and I don’t find you then you win, but, if you don’t find me or I find you on one of the days I get to keep you with this girl."

"Can I go see my horse?" Art asked.

"Shure, But it starts tomorrow at sunrise."

When Art got back to his horse he said "this is bad, this is very, very bad. How am I supposed to know where he will hide."

"rest," said the horse, "rest and we will talk tomorrow."

The next day when Art woke up he asked his horse where the giant is but his horse replied "not now, but go behind the house and rake some leaves."

Art did as he was told so he went behind the house and started to rake the leaves, but, as soon as his rake touched the first leaf the giant popped out and said "you may have found me today but tomorrow, you will not."

When Art got back to his horse he thanked him bit the horse just said "sleep, you will need the rest." Art did as he was told and went to bed. The next day when art woke up the horse said "there is a football in the garden, give it a good kick." Art went into the garden and looked for the football. At the very end of the day when the sun was about to fall he found the football and gave it a big kick. As soon as Art's foot hit the football the giant popped out and said you have found me today but you almost where to late tomorrow you will be mine. When Art got back to his horse he kept on thanking him but all the horse said was "get some rest, you'll need it." The next day when Art woke up the horse said "go ask the girl, but do not make a sound." Art did as he was told and went to the girl and asked her without speaking "where is the giant?" The girl pointed to her ring. Art grabbed the ring and threw it into the fireplace and out popped the giant. "you may have found me today" he said, "but tomorrow it’s your turn to hide."

Art ran back to his horse and said "this is his house and this is my first time here where can I hide. "

"I will tell you tomorrow," the horse said, "but for now you need to sleep."

The next day when Art woke up the horse said "take a piece of hair from my tail and where the hair was there will be a hole, go into that hole and the giant will not be able to find you." So Art did what he was told to do he pulled out a piece of hair from the horses tail and got into the hole it made. All day the giant looked for Art but he did not find him. When night came Art came out and tolled the giant that he has won. "not so fast," said the giant, "you still have two days left, and your mine."

The next day Art asked his horse where he should hide and he said "pull one of my teeth out and get in the spot it used to be in." Art pulled out the tooth, hopped inside and the horse put the tooth over him. Again, the giant looked all day but he couldn’t find Art. At night Art came out and showed the giant that he was still there.

"tomorrow," the giant said, "tomorrow I will find you."

The next day when Art woke up the horse said "take a nail out of my hoof and hide in the spot." Art pulled out the nail, slid back into the spot, and the horse covered him back up. Again the giant looked all day and he couldn’t find Art so at nigh when Art came out he thanked the horse and went to the giant and said "I have won. She is mine."

"Fine," the giant said grumpily, "take her."

When they where leaving the girl said "I must tell you something, I am the daughter of the king of Greece."

"Well that works out just fine," Art said, "I am the king of Ireland's son.

When they got to the top Art got half of Ireland just as he was promised, but, he also had his wedding with the daughter of the king of Greece.

What happened to Ceart and Neart, they were given to the Giant as presents.