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They spared to him the sore-bought Deer; And in that lowly cell For many weary days and drear The King came there to dwell. The King, who was a godless man, A pagan, heart and soul, Played nurse until the wound began To heal, and Giles was whole. But in the little forest cave The King learned many things Known to the meanest Christian slave, But secrets from the kings. For good Saint Giles had won his heart By his brave deed and bold, And ere the great King did depart His Christian faith he told. And while the red Deer stood beside, The King gave Giles his word That e'er a Christian he would bide, And keep what he had heard. And so the monarch rode away And left the two alone, Saint Giles a happy man that day, The good Deer still his own. Safe from the eager hunting horde The Saint would keep his friend, Protected by the King's own word Thenceforth unto the end. For unmolested in his cell, Careless of everything Giles with his friendly Deer could dwell Liege to a Christian King. THE WOLF-MOTHER OF SAINT AILBE THIS is the story of a poor little Irish baby whose cruel father and mother did not care anything about him. But because they could not sell him nor give him away they tried to lose him. They wrapped him in a piece of cloth and took him up on the mountain side, and there they left him lying all alone on a bush of heather. Now an old mother wolf was out taking her evening walk on the mountain after tending her babies in the den all day. And just as she was passing the heather bush she heard a faint, funny little cry. She pricked up her pointed ears and said, "What's that!" And lo and behold, when she came to sniff out the mystery with her keen nose, it led her straight to the spot where the little pink baby lay, crying with cold and hunger. The heart of the kind mother wolf was touched, for she thought of her own little ones at home, and how sad it would be to see them so helpless and lonely and forgotten. So she picked the baby up in her mouth carefully and ran home with him to her den in the rocks at the foot of the mountain. Here t
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