Then O’Donnell bade his people to bring him up to sit near himself.  “I have no mind to do that,” he said; “I would sooner be as I am, an ugly clown, making sport for high-up people.”  Then O’Donnell sent him down clothes, a hat and a striped shirt and a coat, but he would not have them.  “I have no mind,” he said, “to let high-up people be making a boast of giving them to me.”

They were afraid then he might go from them, and they put twenty armed horsemen and twenty men on foot to hold him back from leaving the house, and as many more outside at the gate, for they knew him not to be a man of this world.  “What are these men for?” said he.  “They are to keep you here,” said O’Donnell.  “By my word, it is not with you I will be eating my supper to-morrow,” he said, “but at Cnoc Aine, where Seaghan, Son of the Earl is, in Desmumain.”  “If I find you giving one stir out of yourself, between this and morning, I will knock you into a round lump there on the ground,” said O’Donnell.

But at that the stranger took up the harp again, and he made the same sweet music as before.  And when they were all listening to him, he called out to the men outside:  “Here I am coming, and watch me well now or you will lose me.”  When the men that were watching the gate heard that, they lifted up their axes to strike at him, but in their haste it was at one another they struck, till they were all lying stretched in blood.  Then the clown said to the gate-keeper:  “Let you ask twenty cows and a hundred of free land of O’Donnell as a fee for bringing his people back to life.  And take this herb,” he said, “and rub it in the mouth of each man of them, and he will rise up whole and well again.”  So the gate-keeper did that, and he got the cows and the land from O’Donnell, and he brought all the people to life again.

Now at that time Seaghan, Son of the Earl, was holding a gathering on the green in front of his dun, and he saw the same man coming towards him, and dressed in the same way, and the water splashing in his shoes.  But when he asked who was he, he gave himself the name of a very learned man, Duartane O’Duartane, and he said it was by Ess Ruadh he was come, and by Ceiscorainn and from that to Corrslieve, and to Magh Lorg of the Dagda, and into the district of Hy’Conaill Gabhra, “till I came to yourself,” he said, “by Cruachan of Magh Ai.”  So they brought him into the house, and gave him wine for drinking and water for washing his feet, and he slept till the rising of the sun on the morrow.  And at that time Seaghan, Son of the Earl, came to visit him, and he said:  “It is a long sleep you had, and there is no wonder in that, and your journey so long yesterday.  But I often heard of your learning in books and of your skill on the harp, and I would like to hear you this morning,” he said.  “I am good in those arts indeed,” said the stranger.  So they brought him a book, but he could not read a word of it, and then they brought