you from the armies of the strangers, and they will not see you when you make an attack on them.  And we have a well of healing at the foot of Slieve Iolair, the Eagle’s Mountain,” she said, “and its waters will cure every wound made in battle.  And after bathing in that well you will be as whole and as sound as the day you were born.  And bring whatever man you like best with you,” she said, “and we will heal him along with you.”

Conn Crither gave them his thanks for that, and he hurried on to the strand.  And it was at that time the armies of the King of the Great Plain were taking spoils from Traigh Moduirn in the north to Finntraighe in the south.  And Conn Crither came on them, and the Druid army with him, and he took their spoils from them, and the Druid army took their sight and their strength from them, and they were routed, and they made away to where the King of the Great Plain was, and Conn Crither followed, killing and destroying.  “Stop with me, king-hero,” said the King of the Great Plain, “that I may fight with you on account of my people, since there is not one of them that turns to stand against you.”

So the two set their banners in the earth and attacked one another, and fought a good part of the day until Conn Crither struck off the king’s head.  And he lifted up the head, and he was boasting of what he had done.  “By my word,” he said, “I will not let myself be parted from this body till some of the Fianna, few or many, will come to me.”

CHAPTER IV.  GLAS, SON OF BREMEN

The King of the World heard that, and he said:  “It is a big word that man is saying,” he said; “and rise up now, Glas, son of Dremen, and see which of the Fianna of Ireland it is that is saying it.”

Glas left the ship then, and he went to where Conn

Crither was, and he asked who was he.  “I am Conn Crither, son of Bran, from Teamhair Luachra,” said he.  “If that is so,” said Glas, “you are of the one blood with myself, for I am Glas, son of Bremen from Teamhair Luachra.”  “It is not right for you to come fighting against me from those foreigners, so,” said Conn.  “It is a pity indeed,” said Glas; “and but for Finn and the Fianna driving me from them, I would not fight against you or against one of themselves for all the treasures of the whole world.”  “Do not say that,” said Conn, “for I swear by my hand of valour,” he said, “if you had killed Finn’s own son and the sons of his people along with him, you need not be in dread of him if only you came under his word and his protection.”  “I think indeed the day is come for me to fight beside you,” said Glas, “and I will go back and tell that to the King of the World.”