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In the story of Connal, told by Kenneth MacLennan of Pool Ewe, there is a giant who was beaten by the hero of the tale. Connal was the son of King Cruachan, of Eirinn, and he set out on his adventures.
He had the five goldsmiths convicted for failure as supreme artists, and they were sentenced to banishment from the country. On their way from the shore to the ship that was to bear them away their curragh sprang a sudden leak, and they were all drowned. That was the melancholy end of the five chief goldsmiths of Eirinn.
"I swear by all my vows and promises not to make you my wife nor my sweetheart for a year and a day." "I will go with you if you let it be that I fall into a slumber that will last for a year and a day." "I will let that be, fairest maid within the seas of Eirinn." "I will go with you if you will tell me what will take me out of that slumber."
And the swan chanted the story of the coming of the Milesians to Eirinn, and as the two youths listened they forgot the number of horns they had counted. And when the swan had flown away they looked at each other and as they were hungry they went into the house and ate slices of the unwasted loaf and drank cupfuls out of the inexhaustible bottle.
Then she lived in Mor's Home and she watched With pride her sons and her crop, Till one day the wish in her grew To view from the mountain-top All, all that she owned, so she Traveled without any stop. And what did she see? A thousand Fields and her own fields small, small! "What a fine and wide place is Eirinn," said she, "I am Mor, but not great after all."
In due course he was accused and sentenced, like the famous goldsmiths, to banishment from Eirinn. When the daughter of the Keeper heard what had come to pass she was filled with grief. She appeared before her father for the first time with tears in her eyes and woe in her face. He was greatly moved, and seated the girl by his side.
Fedelma knew him from what she had heard told about him she knew him to be the King of the Land of Mist. The King of the Land of Mist came straight to them. He stood before Fedelma and he said, "I seek Fedelma, the daughter of the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands and the fairest woman within the seas of Eirinn." "Then go to her father's house and seek Fedelma there," said she to him.
Vulcan was a smith; Thor wielded a hammer; even Fionn had a hammer, which was heard in Lochlann when struck in Eirinn.
And these were the Kings who sat down to table with the King of Eirinn: the King of Sorcha, the King of Hispania, the King of Lochlinn and the King of the Green Island who had Sunbeam for his daughter. And they had there the best heroes of Lochlinn, the best story-tellers of Alba, the best bards of Eirinn.
"Today I am an Irish prince tomorrow the queen's courtman again, if she will. "Now farewell, fathers." He bent his knee to the priests, and then bowed over Gerda's hand as he kissed it in parting. "Forgive me, queen," he said. "The call of Eirinn must take me from you for a time. It cannot be denied by me."
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