The Lilac Fairy Book
The Enchanted Deer
A young man was out walking one day in Erin, leading a stout cart-horse by the bridle.
He was thinking of his mother and how poor they were since his father, who was a
fisherman, had been drowned at sea, and wondering what he should do to earn a living
for both of them. Suddenly a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a voice said to him:
'Will you sell me your horse, son of the fisherman?' and looking up he beheld a man
standing in the road with a gun in his hand, a falcon on his shoulder, and a dog by his
'What will you give me for my horse?' asked the youth. 'Will you give me your gun, and
your dog, and your falcon?'
'I will give them,' answered the man, and he took the horse, and the youth took the gun
and the dog and the falcon, and went home with them. But when his mother heard what
he had done she was very angry, and beat him with a stick which she had in her hand.
'That will teach you to sell my property,' said she, when her arm was quite tired, but Ian
her son answered her nothing, and went off to his bed, for he was very sore.
That night he rose softly, and left the house carrying the gun with him. 'I will not stay
here to be beaten,' thought he, and he walked and he walked and he walked, till it was day
again, and he was hungry and looked about him to see if he could get anything to eat. Not
very far off was a farm-house, so he went there, and knocked at the door, and the farmer
and his wife begged him to come in, and share their breakfast.
'Ah, you have a gun,' said the farmer as the young man placed it in a corner. 'That is well,
for a deer comes every evening to eat my corn, and I cannot catch it. It is fortune that has
sent you to me.'
'I will gladly remain and shoot the deer for you,' replied the youth, and that night he hid
himself and watched till the deer came to the cornfield; then he lifted his gun to his
shoulder and was just going to pull the trigger, when, behold! instead of a deer, a woman
with long black hair was standing there. At this sight his gun almost dropped from his
hand in surprise, but as he looked, there was the deer eating the corn again. And thrice
this happened, till the deer ran away over the moor, and the young man after her.
On they went, on and on and one, till they reached a cottage which was thatched with
heather. With a bound the deer sprang on the roof, and lay down where none could see
her, but as she did so she called out, 'Go in, fisher's son, and eat and drink while you
may.' So he entered and found food and wine on the table, but no man, for the house
belonged to some robbers, who were still away at their wicked business.
After Ian, the fisher's son, had eaten all he wanted, he hid himself behind a great cask,
and very soon he heard a noise, as of men coming through the heather, and the small