“I did; but have put no sentence on her yet.”
“I am glad,” answered Dyeermud; “and let me frame the sentence. I swear by my sword to be loyal to you; and where you fall, I will fall also. But be cheerful, and come to the feast.”
They went together, and Fin, seeing them, was glad. He knew, however, that something had happened to Faolan. Dyeermud went to Fin, and told him of the mishap to the youth. Fin was troubled at what had come on his son.
“I have sworn,” said Dyeermud, “to follow Faolan wherever he may be.”
“I will send with him,” said Fin, “the best man of the Fenians.”
Dyeermud, Oscar, and Goll, son of Morna, were summoned.
“What is your greatest feat?” inquired Fin of Goll.
“If I were to stand in the middle of a field with my sword in my hand on the rainiest day that ever rose, I could keep my head dry with my sword, not for that day alone, but for a day and a year,” answered Goll.
“That is a good feat,” said Fin. “What is your greatest feat, Oscar?”
“If I open a bag filled with feathers on a mountain-top of a stormy day, and let the feathers fly with the wind, the last feather will barely be out of the bag, when I will have every feather of them back into the bag again.”