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Summary

Lusty Donal Bawn had both skill in love and beauty in song. But his overweening pride bought the enmity of the god Ogma, and he was cursed:

A hunchback you shall be, with no virility. Your voice, thin as a reed that naught shall heed. Only in the forests wild or the mountains high, where man or woman seldom draw nigh, shall you regain your nature true, though little good 'twill do you. Fleeting shall those moments be, until one loves you, no matter what she'll see.

Lovely Ceoleen of the Sidhe was born to be a bard. But her vanity and her pride brought the wrath of the Council on her, and she, too, was cursed:

All you may utter is one short phrase to give you solace the long, lonely days. Whosoever finishes this song for ye, your rightful spouse he shall be. The very last sight you shall see is your beautiful face, little comfort though it be. Until you can see and hear with your heart, this mallacht from you will never depart. All here within the hall mark this day and what I say.

Chance brought them together in their forest homes, and together they satisfied their lust, but only their love could finish The Song of the Sidhe.