“Why did you not raise black sails as you promised?”
“We were so troubled that we forgot it.”
“It was well for you to forget; for if you had raised black sails, I should have drowned every man of you.”
“Ceadach is living and well; have no fear,” said Fin, and he sounded the borabu.
Ceadach landed. His father and wife were so glad to see him that they feasted Fin and the Fenians for seven days and seven nights.
Fin told Ceadach’s wife of all their adventures, and what struggles they had in bringing her husband to life. She was glad; for the trouble with Red Face was ended.
Ceadach went now with Fin to visit the Doleful Knight of the Island; and they never halted nor stopped till they came to his castle.
Fin found the knight sitting at a great heavy table, his head on his hand, his elbow on the table, into which it had worn a deep hole; a stream of tears was flowing from his eye to the table, and from the table to the floor.
“A hundred thousand welcomes to you, Fin MacCool,” said the knight; and he began to weep more than ever. “I was once in prosperity, and at that time this was a pleasant place for a good man to visit; but now it is different. I have food in plenty, but no one to cook it.”
“If that’s all your trouble,” said Fin, “we can cure it.”