‘Oh, that he was here!’ he cried. And looking up he saw him.
‘Why did you summon me?’ asked the Dog of Maol-mor. And when Covan had told him of his trouble, and how the roe always led him further and further, the Dog only answered:
‘Fear nothing; I will soon catch her for you.’ And in a short while he laid the roe unhurt at Covan’s feet.
‘What will you wish me to do with her?’ said the Dog. And Covan answered:
‘The old man bade me bring her, and the duck with the golden neck, and the salmon with the silver sides, to his cottage; if I shall catch them, I know not. But carry you the roe to the back of the cottage, and tether her so that she cannot escape.’
‘It shall be done,’ said the Dog of Maol-mor.
Then Covan sped to the lake which led to the land of the Sun, where the duck with the green body and the golden neck was swimming among the water-lilies.
‘Surely I can catch him, good swimmer as I am,’ to himself. But, if he could swim well, the duck could swim better, and at length his strength failed him, and he was forced to seek the land.
‘Oh that the black raven were here to help me!’ he thought to himself. And in a moment the black raven was perched on his shoulder.
‘How can I help you?’ asked the raven. And Covan answered: