“A speedy return to you,” said Conachúr. “Go at once, my dear friend. But you, Borach, stay yet awhile. I have the matter of our feast to discuss with you.”
Fergus smiled broadly as he withdrew.
“Sharks,” he murmured quite joyfully. “Sharks!”
CHAPTER V
On the slope of a sunny hill overlooking Loch Eitche, Deirdre was cooking the meal which her husband and his brothers had run to earth and carried home on their shoulders.
“The food is ready,” she called.
“It is not as ready as I am, for I could eat land and water,” Ardan averred.
“We shall not give you any,” she mocked.
“Serve the greedy person right,” said Ainnle. “He eats in his sleep.”
“But I must get the part I killed,” Ardan protested.