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Lots of the people in the Shi' learned that song by heart, and they applied it to every kind of circumstance. BY his arts Conaran changed the sight of Fionn's eyes, and he did the same for Cona'n. In a few minutes Fionn stood up from his place on the mound. Everything was about him as before, and he did not know that he had gone into Faery. He walked for a minute up and down the hillock.
In the morning a band of travelling poets were passing, and the women handed Fionn over to them. This time they could not prevent him overhearing. "The sons of Morna!" they said. And Fionn's heart might have swelled with rage, but that it was already swollen with adventure. And also the expected was happening. Behind every hour of their day and every moment of their lives lay the sons of Morna.
But Fionn's eye was the eye of a wild creature that spies on darkness and moves there wittingly. He saw, then, not a thing but a movement; something that was darker than the darkness it loomed on; not a being but a presence, and, as it were, impending pressure. And in a little he heard the deliberate pace of that great being. Fionn bent to his spear and unloosed its coverings.
Fionn's mother, Muirne, went to wide Allen of Leinster to visit her son, and she brought her young sister Tuiren with her. The mother and aunt of the great captain were well treated among the Fianna, first, because they were parents to Fionn, and second, because they were beautiful and noble women.
"Fionn sends you this hound to take care of until he comes for her," said the messenger. "I wonder at that," Fergus growled, "for Fionn knows well that there is not a man in the world has less of a liking for dogs than I have." "However that may be, master, I have given Fionn's message, and here at my heel is the dog. Do you take her or refuse her?"
Perhaps it was on Fionn's account he dreaded the sons of Morna, but no one knows what Fionn thought of him for he never thereafter spoke of his step-father. As for Muirne she must have loved her lord; or she may have been terrified in truth of the sons of Morna and for Fionn; but it is so also, that if a woman loves her second husband she can dislike all that reminds her of the first one.
There remained a laughing and crying and loving servant who wanted to tie himself into knots if that would please the son of his great captain. Fionn went home on the robber's shoulder, and the robber gave great snorts and made great jumps and behaved like a first-rate horse. For this same Fiacuil was the husband of Bovmall, Fionn's aunt.
"If I were so minded, I would not let that last word go with you, Goll, for I have here an hundred men for every man of yours." Goll laughed aloud. "So had your father," he said. Fionn's brother, Cairell Whiteskin, broke into the conversation with a harsh laugh. "How many of Fionn's household has the wonderful Goll put down?" he cried.
As the hunt swept along the sides of the hill there arose a great outcry of hounds from a narrow place high on the slope and, over all that uproar there came the savage baying of Fionn's own dogs. "What is this for?" said Fionn, and with his companions he pressed to the spot whence the noise came. "They are fighting all the hounds of the Fianna," cried a champion. And they were.
Just then Faelan, another of Fionn's sons, stormed the hall with three hundred of the Fianna, and by this force all Goll's people were put out of doors, where the fight continued. Goll looked then calmly on Fionn. "Your people are using their weapons," said he. "Are they?" Fionn inquired as calmly, and as though addressing the air. "In the matter of weapons !" said Goll.
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