The ass had finished eating and drinking, and was now searching the horizon with the intent eye of one who does not see anything, but only looks on the world without in order to focus steadily the world within.
Brien O'Brien stared with a new interest at Finaun, and revolved his quid. Said he to Cuchulain:
"Would the old lad be able to treat us the way Rhadamanthus did, do you think?"
"He could do that," laughed Cuchulain, "and he could do it easily."
O'Brien moved the quid to the other side of his jaw.
"If he slung us out of this place we wouldn't know where we might land," said he.
"That is so," replied Cuchulain, thrusting a sleek curl between his teeth. "I don't know these regions, and I don't know where we might land, or if we would ever land. Only for that I would go against him," and he waggled his finger comically at Finaun.
Art commenced to snigger and Finaun laughed heartily, but Caeltia eyed Cuchulain so menacingly that the seraph kept a quiet regard on him for the rest of the day.
Peace was restored, and while they were revolving peace and wondering how to express it Patsy Mac Cann came on them from a side path that ran narrowly between small hills.