Grayish back of hunting colour,
Two ears, red, round, small, and bright.
Bran would overtake the wild-geese, she was that swift. There arose some quarrel or fighting between the hounds that the Fenians had, when she was only a puppy, and
Three score hounds and twenty puppies
Bran did kill, and she a puppy,
Two wild-geese, as much as they all.
It was Finn himself who killed Bran. They went out hunting, and there was made a fawn of Finn’s mother. (Who made a fawn of her? Oh, how do I know? It was with some of their pishtrogues.) Bran was pursuing her.
“Silly fawn leave on mountain,”
said Finn. “Oh, young son,” said she, “how shall I escape?—
“If I go in the sea beneath