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Updated: May 20, 2025
"The gods be praised!" said the man who was in the branch above the king. "What for this time?" said the king. "Because that dog cannot climb a tree," said the man. And the man on a branch yet above him groaned out "Amen!" "There is nothing to frighten sheep like a dog," said Mananna'n, "and there is nothing to frighten these sheep like this dog." He put the dog on the ground then.
"I am Mananna'n, the son of Lir." Fiachna knew then that the stranger could not be hurt. "What will you give me if I deliver you from the sheep?" asked Mananna'n. "I will give you anything you ask, if I have that thing." "I ask the rights of your crown and of your household for one day."
"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.
"It was a poor day brought you off with Mananna'n to the Land of Promise," said his servant. "Why should you think that?" inquired Mongan. "Because," said mac an Da'v, "you learned nothing in the Land of Promise except how to eat a lot of food and how to do nothing in a deal of time." "What business is it of yours?" said Mongan angrily.
In order to end the trouble between Fiachna Finn and Fiachna Duv the babies were affianced to each other in the cradle on the day after they were born, and the men of Ireland rejoiced at that deed and at that news. But soon there came dismay and sorrow in the land, for when the little Mongan was three days old his real father, Mananna'n the son of Lir, appeared in the middle of the palace.
But he swung himself out of the tree all the same, for he did not wish to seem frightened before Mananna'n. "You can go now and beat the men of Lochlann," said Mananna'n. "You will be King of Lochlann before nightfall." "I wouldn't mind that," said the king. "It's no threat," said Mananna'n.
A council had been called in the Many-Coloured Land to discuss the case of a lady named Becuma Cneisgel, that is, Becuma of the White Skin, the daughter of Eogan Inver. She had run away from her husband Labraid and had taken refuge with Gadiar, one of the sons of Mananna'n mac Lir, the god of the sea, and the ruler, therefore, of that sphere.
At the end of ten minutes all the sheep were lying on the ground, and the same bit was out of every sheep, and every sheep was dead. "You can come down now," said Mananna'n. "That dog can't climb a tree," said the man in the branch above the king warningly. "Praise be to the gods!" said the man who was above him. "Amen!" said the warrior who was higher up than that.
He collected his forces then, and he burned Fiachna Duv's fortress, and he killed Fiachna Duv, and he was crowned King of Ulster. Then for the first time he felt secure and at liberty to play chess. But he did not know until afterwards that the black-faced, tufty-headed person was his father Mananna'n, although that was the fact.
He killed Fiachna Finn in that battle, and be crowned himself King of Ulster. The men of Ulster disliked him, and they petitioned Mananna'n to bring Mongan back, but Mananna'n would not do this until the boy was sixteen years of age and well reared in the wisdom of the Land of Promise.
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