THE BOY WHO KNEW WHAT THE BIRDS SAID
ship, and Ardan and Conbeg grew up together and became famous, one and the other. They lived happy for long, but as the books say.—
The end of every ship is drowning,
The end of every kiln is burning,
The end of every feast is wasting,
The end of every laugh is sighing.
And if they were here once, they are here no more.
"And if they are not, we are," said the Slate-colored Hen that was the Cock's mother. "We're here," said she, "and the earth, I promise you, will shake under your feet to-morrow, no matter where you crow, Hero-son of my heart."
