` First tell me your name ? ' asked Covan softly . ' I am the Spirit of Age , ' said the old man . The Princess Bella-Flor -LSB- Taken from a Celtic Story . Translated by Doctor Macleod Clarke . -RSB- Once upon a time there lived a man who had two sons . When they grew up the elder went to seek his fortune in a far country , and for many years no one heard anything about him . Meanwhile the younger son stayed at home with his father , who died at last in a good old age , leaving great riches behind him . For some time the son who stayed at home spent his father 's wealth freely , believing that he alone remained to enjoy it . But , one day , as he was coming down stairs , he was surprised to see a stranger enter the hall , looking about as if the house belonged to him . ` Have you forgotten me ? ' asked the man . ' I ca n't forget a person I have never known , ' was the rude answer . ' I am your brother , ' replied the stranger , ` and I have returned home without the money I hoped to have made . And , what is worse , they tell me in the village that my father is dead . I would have counted my lost gold as nothing if I could have seen him once more . ' ` He died six months ago , ' said the rich brother , ` and he left you , as your portion , the old wooden chest that stands in the loft . You had better go there and look for it ; I have no more time to waste . ' And he went his way . So the wanderer turned his steps to the loft , which was at the top of the storehouse , and there he found the wooden chest , so old that it looked as if it were dropping to pieces .
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