“I have the craft of a brazier.”
“We have a brazier within, even Credne Cerd.”
“Go hence and ask your king if he has within any one man who can do all these things. If he has, I will not seek to enter.”
The Guardian of the Door hurried in to Nuada.
“O King!” he said, “the most wonderful youth in the world is waiting outside your door to-night. He seeks admittance as the Ildana, the Master of every craft.”
Lugh in Tir-nan-oge.
“Let him come in,” said King Nuada.
Lugh came into the dun. Ogmai, the champion, took a good look at him. He thought him young and slender, and was minded to test him. There was a great stone before the seat of the king. It was flat and round, and fourscore yoke of oxen could not move it. Ogmai stooped and lifted the stone. He cast it through the door, so that it crossed the fosse which was round the dun. That was his challenge to the Ildana.
“It is a good champion-cast,” said Lugh, “I will better it.”