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Fionn and the champions looked on this gentleman, and they admired exceedingly his bearing and equipment. "Of what blood are you, young gentleman?" Fionn demanded, "and from which of the four corners of the world do you come?" "My name is Cael of the Iron," the stranger answered, "and I am son to the King of Thessaly." "What errand has brought you here?"
The wind was always behind him, for he outran it every time; and he caught up in jumps and bounces on Cael of the Iron, although Cael was running well, with his fists up and his head back and his two legs flying in and out so vigorously that you could not see them because of that speedy movement.
A song of grief, O a song of grief is made by the waves of Tulcha Leis; all I had is gone since this story came to me. Since the son of Crimthann is drowned I will love no one after him for ever; many a king fell by his hand; his shield never cried out in the battle. After she had made that complaint Credhe laid herself down beside Cael and died for grief after him.
There are also many pearls and seed-pearls to be found there, which are brought from Ormuz and Cael ... also silk-brocades, scarlet cloth, and coral.... "The king constantly resides in the before-mentioned palaces, and very seldom goes out of them....
Cael took up the challenge, and invoking the Genius that dwelt in the sacred pyramid of Brugh on the Boyne he made these verses, and came to recite them to yellow-haired Credé: Tradition says that the heart of the yellow-haired beauty was utterly softened and won, so that she delayed not to make Cael master of the dwelling he so well celebrated; master, perhaps, of all the jewels of Erin that her suitors had given her.
"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.
This is the world of Concobar and Cuculain; of Find and Ossin, as they themselves have painted it. The world of Find and Ossin, of Cael and Credé, was marked by a certain urbanity and freedom, a large-mindedness and imaginative power.
He again caught up on Cael, who was running with his head down and his toes up. "If you won't try to run, my treasure," said the Carl, "you will never get your tribute." And with that he incensed and exploded himself into an eye-blinding, continuous, waggle and complexity of boots that left Cael behind him in a flash.
"Now Cael, my darling," said the Carl, "if you are a man help me to look for something to eat, for there is game here." "Help yourself," roared Cael, "for all that I want is not to be near you." "The tooth that does not help gets no helping," the other replied. In a short time the Carl returned with a wild boar which he had run down.
PROCESSERIT: probably the subject is sapiens, in which case aetate must also be supplied from aetatis; the subject may however be aetas. OSTENDIT: 'gives promise of'; cf. With the whole passage cf. pro Cael. 76. UT ... DIXI: in 9, 60, 62. SECUNDUM NATURAM: = κατα φυσιν a Stoic phrase; cf. n. on 5 naturam optimam ducem. SENIBUS: dative of reference; emori stands as subject to an implied est.
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