Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
Conaran did not like Fionn, and, seeing that the great champion was alone, save for Cona'n and the two hounds Bran and Sceo'lan, he thought the time had come to get Fionn into his power.
Art og mac Morna of the Hard Strokes fell to biting his fingers, Cona'n the Swearer and Garra mac Morna grumbled irritably to each other and at their neighbours, even Caelte, the son of Rona'n, looked down into his own lap, and Goll Mor sipped at his wine without any twinkle in his eye.
"I would be contented if I could not see them at all," his companion grumbled. But the Chief insisted. "I want to make sure that it is whiskers they are wearing." "Let them wear whiskers or not wear them," Cona'n counselled. "But let us have nothing to do with them." "One must not be frightened of anything," Fionn stated. "I am not frightened," Cona'n explained.
"Produce this runner, and we shall discover if he keeps as great heart in his feet as he has made you think." "He is not with us," Cona'n lamented. "These notable warriors are never with us when the call is made," said the grim stranger. "By my hand," cried Fionn, "he shall be here in no great time, for I will fetch him myself." "Be it so," said Cael.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking