Setting Sail for the New World
Not so awfully long ago, as the stars, who created time, tell it, the Fair People withdrew from the Old World (which they called the Middle Kingdom), migrating across the Ocean Sea to dwell in the hills and forests of the New Found Land. The first to set foot on its shore (if he said so himself, in the saga he often sang) was Ruddy Alf, a copper- haired Sea-Troll of Nortland. It was he, he bragged, who left Scandia to brave alone the teeth of the Hell- hounds at sheer cliff’s lip of the flat Earth’s edge; he the hero who pressed a single print from his rein- deerhide boots on the beach there, and he who came back to harp on it. Next, or simultaneously, or (to hear his kin and clan tell of it) years and years before, was Brandan, a Leprechaun from Kerry, who zigzagged all the way from the tip of the Dingle to the Brave New World in a sealskin canoe, with naught but poteen for provender. But most of the Fair People deemed the exploits of Alf and Brandan to be mere myth (even Legends, it seems, look down on legends) and at- tributed the Discovery of the New Found Land to the Italian fairy Colon Savanelli, an intrepidly nautical Folleto out of Genoa. Savanelli had been commissioned by the Queen
On page 11 I love his plaid little pocket on the front of his shirt.