Island Lost in Mist

Conall was now determined to win back

All his sons and began

His most disturbing tale

Long ago he had went upon a hunt

Searching for wild game

In his quest, he spied a loch

Filled with fowl and beasts

He searched and searched

For a way to reach the island

But none could be found

A boat appeared quite suddenly

And he began to cross the water

Mist and fog rolled in as

Conall was reaching the shore

So dense was it that his

Sight and hearing failed

Further in the island

Light could be seen

And a wailing was heard

Conall came upon a cabin in clearing

And a roaring cooking fire

A cauldron sat above the blaze

Tended by a woman holding a child

The weeping that had been heard

Was coming from the woman

Who held a dagger to the throat

Of a laughing infant

The warrior questioned why

She would kill her child

And between sobs she spoke

An evil wizard had brought her here

And demanded she boil her child

To feed his appetite

Conall took pity on them both

And devised a plan to escape

He bid the woman to hide her child

And climbed himself into the pot

The wizard returned and asked

The woman how his meal was coming

She replied the child

Had yet to finish cooking

As the hero made false cries from

Inside the heating vat

Content to wait, the sorcerer

Took a seat and soon had fallen asleep

Conall climbed from the caldron

Seized a spear and ran the wizard through

You see my king

That adventure was surely more dire

Than the loss of my sons

The tale was considered,

But the king remained silent