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The hag took the cat off her shoulder and gave it to mac an Da'v. "Hold that for me while I think," said she. "Would you like to be a lovely young girl?" asked Mongan. "I'd sooner be that than a skinned eel," said she. "And would you like to marry me or the King of Leinster?" "I'd like to marry either of you, or both of you, or whichever of you came first."
Just then Mongan glanced to the right whence the people were coming. Then he pulled the hood of his cloak over his ears and over his brow. "Alas!" said he in a deep and anguished voice. Mac an Da'v turned to him. "Is it a pain in your stomach, master?" "It is not," said Mongan. "Well, what made you make that brutal and belching noise?" "It was a sigh I gave," said Mongan.
Then Mongan opened his eyes and he saw Duv Laca, and he made a great bound to her and took her in his arms, and mac an Da'v made a savage and vicious and terrible jump at the attendant, and took her in his arms, and bit her ear and kissed her neck and wept down into her back. "Go away," said the girl, "unhand me, villain," said she.
It is the noise made by a tied-up dog. It is nothing worth dreaming about. It is nothing at all." "How well you explain my feelings about Duv Laca," said the king. "I was thinking about my own lamb," said mac an Da'v. "I was thinking about my own treasure, my cup of cheeriness, and the pulse of my heart." And with that he burst into tears. "Alas!" said the king.
Said Mongan: There was an attendant in Fiachna Finn's palace who was called An Da'v, and the same night that Fiachna's wife bore a son, the wife of An Da'v gave birth to a son also. This latter child was called mac an Da'v, but the son of Fiachna's wife was named Mongan. "Ah!" murmured the Flame Lady. The queen was angry.
"The rascals!" said he. "What, what would Mananna'n say to that?" "The one in front carrying the big book is Tibraide'. He is the priest of Cell Camain, and he is the chief of those two." "Indeed, and indeed!" said mac an Da'v. "The one behind must be his servant, for he has a load on his back." The priests were reading their offices, and mac an Da'v marvelled at that.
For there were hatchetmen on guard in the big gateway, and there were spearmen at short intervals around the walls, and men to throw hot porridge off the roof were standing in the right places. "If we cannot get in by hook, we will get in by crook," said Mongan. "They are both good ways," said Mac an Da'v, "and whichever of them you decide on I'll stick by."
"What is it they are doing?" said he. "They are reading." "Indeed, and indeed they are," said mac an Da'v. "I can't make out a word of the language except that the man behind says amen, amen, every time the man in front puts a grunt out of him. And they don't like our gods at all!" said mac an Da'v. "They do not," said Mongan. "Play a trick on them, master," said mac an Da'v.
I will get on your back with a foot in each of the baskets, and when Branduv asks the wizards where I am they will tell him that I have one leg in Ireland and one leg in Scotland, and as long as they tell him that he will think he need not bother himself about me, and we will go into Leinster that way." "No bad way either," said mac an Da'v. They set out then.
They went on, therefore, but in low spirits, and at last they saw the walls of the king's castle towering before them, and a noble company going to and fro on the lawn. THEY sat in a place where they could watch the castle and compose themselves after their journey. "How are we going to get into the castle?" asked mac an Da'v.
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