“No,” answered Granua, “I’m down in the valley picking bilberries.”
“Well, go up on top of Cullamore,” said Oonagh, “and tell me what you see.”
“Now I’m up,” said Granua; “and down below Dungannon I see a giant, the biggest I ever saw.”
“That’s what I was expecting,” said Oonagh. “That’s Cucullin on his way to Knockmany, coming up to beat Fin.”
“Would you want me to be keeping him a while?” asked Granua. “I’ll be having a party of giants and giantesses this evening, and we could give him some entertainment maybe that would keep him over night, and quite away from your house till the morning.”
“If you would,” said Oonagh, “I’d thank you kindly.”
So Granua made a high smoke on her hill and whistled three times to show Cucullin that he was invited to Cullamore. For it was in that way the giants of old times told a traveler that he was welcome to come in and eat with them.
As for Oonagh, when she turned around, there was Fin shivering and shaking behind her.
“Thundering pancakes, Oonagh!” said he. “And what have you done but made everything ten times worse than it was before? If Cucullin is coming, I’d wish it would be now while I have some heart left to fight him. What with thinking it over all day and dreaming it over all night, I’ll have no more courage by morning than a boiled rabbit.”