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Flann put the two berries into her hand, they jumped across the chain, and ran from the house of the Giant Crom Duv. They went into the wood, Flann and Morag, and the Little Red Hen was under Morag's arm. They thought they would hide behind trees until they heard the coming of the Pooka and his horse. But they were not far in the wood when they heard Crom Duv coming towards his house.
And when the King's Son rode with Fedelma he rode with Gilveen. Afterwards Gilveen gave him a drink that enchanted him, so that he thought of her night and day. Neither Fedelma nor the King's Son knew what had come over Flann. They mentioned the name he had spoken of so often Morag's name but it seemed as if it had no meaning for him.
She looked at Flann happily and her eyes had the kind look that was always in Morag's eyes. And she came and 'knelt down, putting her hands on his knees. "I am Morag, Flann," she said. "Morag indeed," said he, "but how have you become so fair?" "I have eaten the berry from the Fairy Rowan Tree," said she, "and now I am as fair as I should be."
There was sorrow on Morag's face when she said that, but the sorrow went as the thin clouds go from before the face of the high-hung moon, and Flann saw her as his kind comrade of Crom Duv's and as his beautiful friend of the Spae-Woman's house.
Downal and Dermott fell in love with Morag's foster-sisters, and the King named a day for the pairs to marry. Morag waited to see the marriages, and the King and Queen made it a grand affair. There were seven hundred guests at the short table, eight hundred at the long table, nine hundred at the round table, and a thousand in the great hall. I was there, and I heard the whole story.
"You crossed the moat," said Morag, "then why did you come back?" "I came back," said Flann, "to bring you with me." "But," said she, "I cannot leave Crom Duv's house." "I'll show you how to cross the moat," said he, "and we'll both be glad to be going by the moving river." Tears came into Morag's eyes.
In the afternoon the Giant came back and he and Flann started work on the wall. All the time the twenty-four yellow cats lay on the branches of the Rowan Tree or walked about the court-yard or lapped up great crocks of milk. Morag's Little Red Hen went hopping round the courtyard. She seemed to be sleepy or to be always considering something.
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