He went on then till he came to Loch Lein, and he took service there with the King of Finntraigh; and there was no hunter like him, and the king said:  “If Cumhal had left a son, you would be that son.”

He went from that king after, and he went into Carraighe, and there he took service with the king, that had taken his mother Muirne for his wife.  And one day they were playing chess together, and he won seven games one after another.  “Who are you at all?” said the king then.  “I am a son of a countryman of the Luigne of Teamhair,” said Finn.  “That is not so,” said the king, “but you are the son that Muirne my wife bore to Cumhal.  And do not stop here any longer,” he said, “that you may not be killed under my protection.”

From that he went into Connacht looking for his father’s brother, Crimall, son of Trenmor; and as he was going on his way he heard the crying of a lone woman.  He went to her, and looked at her, and tears of blood were on her face.  “Your face is red with blood, woman,” he said.  “I have reason for it,” said she, “for my only son is after being killed by a great fighting man that came on us.”  And Finn followed after the big champion and fought with him and killed him.  And the man he killed was the same man that had given Cumhal his first wound in the battle where he got his death, and had brought away his treasure-bag with him.

Now as to that treasure-bag, it is of a crane skin it was made, that was one time the skin of Aoife, the beautiful sweetheart of Ilbrec, son of Manannan, that was put into the shape of a crane through jealousy.  And it was in Manannan’s house it used to be, and there were treasures kept in it, Manannan’s shirt and his knife, and the belt and the smith’s hook of Goibniu, and the shears of the King of Alban, and the helmet of the King of Lochlann, and a belt of the skin of a great fish, and the bones of Asal’s pig that had been brought to Ireland by the sons of Tuireann.  All those treasures would be in the bag at full tide, but at the ebbing of the tide it would be empty.  And it went from Manannan to Lugh, son of Ethlinn, and after that to Cumhal, that was husband to Muirne, Ethlinn’s daughter.

And Finn took the bag and brought it with him till he found Crimall, that was now an old man, living in a lonely place, and some of the old men of the Fianna were with him, and used to go hunting for him.  And Finn gave him the bag, and told him his whole story.

And then he said farewell to Crimall, and went on to learn poetry from Finegas, a poet that was living at the Boinn, for the poets thought it was always on the brink of water poetry was revealed to them.  And he did not give him his own name, but he took the name of Deimne.  Seven years, now, Finegas had stopped at the Boinn, watching the salmon, for it was in the prophecy that he would eat the salmon of knowledge that would come there, and that he would have all knowledge after.  And when at the last