"For Rhadamanthus knew. It was his business to look deep into the heart and the mind, to fish for secrets in the pools of being,
"And the young seraph Cuchulain, still rolling his golden curl between his lips, went obediently forward and set down his nodding plumes between two who whimpered and stared and quaked.
"When his turn came, Rhadamanthus eyed him intently for a long time:
"'Well!' said Rhadamanthus.
"The young seraph Cuchulain blew the curl of gold from his lips:
"'Findings are keepings,' said he loudly, and he closed his mouth and stared very impertinently at the judge.
"'It is to be given up,' said the judge.
"'Let them come and take it from me,' said the seraph Cuchulain. And suddenly (for these things are at the will of spirits) around his head the lightnings span, and his hands were on the necks of thunders.
"For the second time in his life Rhadamanthus was disturbed, again he scratched his head:
"'It's a fix,' said he moodily. But in a moment he called to those whose duty it was: