“By my hand,” she cried, “I will give you no blessing, for it was no blessing you left with me when we parted.”
“I am in danger,” said Iollan.
“What is that to me?” she replied fiercely.
“Fionn may claim my head,” he murmured.
“Let him claim what he can take,” said she.
“No,” said Iollan proudly, “he will claim what I can give.”
“Tell me your tale,” said she coldly.
Iollan told his story then, and, he concluded, “I am certain that you have hidden the girl.”
“If I save your head from Fionn,” the woman of the Shi’ replied, “then your head will belong to me.”
“That is true,” said Iollan.