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Padraic Colum (1881-1972) was an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer and collector of folklore. He was one of the leading figures of the Celtic Revival. At the age of seventeen, he passed an exam for and was awarded a clerkship in the Irish Railway Clearing House. He stayed in this job until 1903. During this period, Colum started to write and met a number of the leading Irish writers of the time. His earliest published poems appeared in The United Irishman. His first book, Wild Earth (1907) collected many of these poems. In 1911 he founded the short-lived literary journal The Irish Review. In 1914, Colum travelled to the USA where he took up children's writing and published a number of collections of stories for children, beginning with The King of Ireland's Son (1916). In 1922 he started writing novels. Amongst his other works are Three Plays (1916), The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said (1918), The Children of Odin: The Book of Northern Myths (1920) and The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles (1921).

Connal was the name of the King who ruled over Ireland at that time. He had three sons, and, as the fir-trees grow, some crooked and some straight, one of them grew up so wild that in the end the King and the King's Councillor had to let him have his own way in everything. This youth was the King's eldest son and his mother had died before she could be a guide to him.

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“It's like moving through a delicious fog.”The book The King of Ireland’s Son is a children’s novel by Padraic Colum, in it he describes the story of the eldest of the King of Ireland’s sons and him finding Fedelma, the Enchanter’s Daughter.Padraic Colum (1881-1972) was an Irish novelist and poet born in Columcille, Ireland.He became one of the leading figures of the Irish Literary Revival.

Fedelma, The Enchanter's Daughter Connal was the name of the King who ruled over Ireland at that time. He had three sons, and, as the fir-trees grow, some crooked and some straight, one of them grew up so wild that in the end the King and the King's Councillor had to let him have his own way in everything. This youth was the King's eldest son and his mother had died before she could be a guide to him. Now after the King and the King's Councillor left him to his own way the youth I'm telling you about did nothing but ride and hunt all day. Well, one morning he rode abroad-—His hound at his heel, His hawk on his wrist; And I went where the rowans grow

"What shall we play for?" said the gray old fellow. "Whatever you like," said the King of Ireland's Son. "If I win you must give me anything I ask, and if you win I shall give you anything you ask. Will you agree to that?" "If it is agreeable to you it is agreeable to me," said the King of Ireland's Son. They played, and the King of Ireland's Son won the game. "Now what do you desire me to give, King's Son?" said the gray old fellow. "I shan't ask you for anything," said the King of Ireland's Son, "for I think you haven't much to give." "Never mind that," said the gray old fellow. "I mustn't break my promise, and so you must ask me for something." "Very well," said the King's Son. "Then there's a field at the back of my father's Castle and I want to see it filled with cattle to-morrow morning.