"I don't know," said the boy, "everything gets old. Have you travelled very far to-day, sir?" "I will tell you that if you will tell me your name." "My name," said the boy, "is MacCushin."
"When I came last night," said the Philosopher, "from the place of Angus Og in the Caste of the Sleepers I was bidden say to one named MacCushin that a son would be born to Angus Og and his wife, Caitilin, and that the sleepers of Erinn had turned in their slumbers." The boy regarded him steadfastly. "I know," said he, "why Angus Og sent me that message.
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