The Pipers Tale

The Piper's Tale

by Grainne Rowland

"Collin, how did you ever learn to play the pipes like that? For years, you've only known one tune. Now you've played for more than an hour, and every tune is different. What happened?"

"Well," said Collin, "do you remember the party on All Hallow's Eve? They asked me to play my one tune, 'The Black Piper', and to tell some jokes."

"I started home just before midnight. I hadn't gone far. There was no moon. Suddenly, I heard the sound of galloping behind me. The hoofbeats were coming closer and closer. They were getting louder and louder. I whipped around and saw bursts of fire coming from a huge, black horse's nostrils. His hooves were kicking up fiery sparks from the stones on the road."

"Then the beast flipped me over his muscled neck and onto his strong, solid back. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't even yell. Grabbing for the thick mane, I hung on hard. What was happening?"

"Slowly, my heart stopped pounding so fast. I looked at the strange horse. It was the Pooka! His eyes flashed red. He galloped so fast I could hardly hold on to his mane and my pipes, too."

"Collin, please play me a reel," asked the Pooka politely. I nearly lost my seat from the surprise of hearing him speak!

"But, Pooka, I can only play 'The Black Piper'", said I.

But the Pooka said, "Collin, give it a try."

My fingers covered the holes in the chanter. I squeezed with my elbow. The music that came from my pipes was the most beautiful I'd ever heard. Am I really playing this wonderful music, I wondered.

"Yes, you are," said the Pooka, reading my thoughts. "Don't be so surprised. Soon, you'll be playing even better!"

The Pooka had come to a stop in front of a high hill. He stamped his hoof twice, causing sparks to fly. A hidden door opened into the hill.

Down a long, dark tunnel we went. I heard noises that sounded like a party. I heard harp music. As the tunnel curved to the left, we entered a large, brightly-lit meadow. I saw people dancing in clothes of shimmering cloth.

"Pooka!" shouted the Good People (for that is who they were). "You've brought a piper! Now we can really dance!"

"But I only know one tune," I protested.

"No, you don't. Play!" ordered the Pooka. And I played. I played like I'd never played before. I played tunes I'd never heard before. The Good People danced. Even the Pooka danced!

After hours of playing, my pipes were finally quiet. I sank to the ground wearily. The queen of the Good People put a green cloth bag into my hands. It was full of gold coins.

"Thank you for the wonderful music," she smiled. "From now on, you will be Ireland's greatest piper. Perhaps we will see you again one day."

When the sun rose, I found myself in front of my cottage, my pipes in my arms. I gave the gold to my wife. Then I tried a tune, and I could still play whatever I wished!"

"So that's how I got the gift of music from the Pooka and the Good People, and sometimes I still play for them!"