“I can be of great service, if your adventure takes you upon the sea,” replied the elder. “I am called Quick-Builder. If you cover your heads for the space of a minute I can cause the harbor to be filled with ships of every description. After you have selected the one you wish, all the others will disappear.”
“That would be a great help to us now,” said Finn. “And what can you do?” he asked the younger.
“I am called Keen-Sight,” the boy replied. “I can follow any track on land, air or water. I can trace the eagle to her nest or the fish upon his journey.”
“Such a talent will be of great assistance,” said Finn. “I take you both into my service. Quick-Builder, produce your ships.”
The Fenians obeyed the command to cover their heads. They heard the sound of the young man’s wand strike on wood. Then they looked when he bade them. They were greatly astonished to find that he had done what he claimed. Finn chose the boat which suited his needs. He ordered his men to get on board and take the oars. No sooner were they on this ship than every other one disappeared.
Then the lad, Keen-Sight, took his place in the prow of the boat and called directions to the steersman. They sped on over the ocean until they were stopped by a high precipice of rock, seemingly the edge of a great island.
“Here ends the track,” announced Keen-Sight.
“No horse could have climbed that cliff,” declared Fergus.
“No,” answered Finn. “But a horse could pass under it. Noted you not the way the waves parted for the giant and his horse? I greatly believe that we are dealing with the subjects of King Under the Waves.”
“If that is so, it would seem to be our duty to get on shore and see where we may go,” said Fergus.