“What have you to say of our host,” inquired Fin; “and what would you do for him?”
“I was treated here as well as you have ever treated me in Fintra, or as any man treated me in another place,” said Conan. “My sentence is this, Let him come to Erin with us in our ship, feast with us in Fintra, and ride home on his own horse.”
“I will do that,” said the Gilla.
Conan and the Gilla, with all the Fenians, went to the ship. Fin brought the daughter of the High King on board, and all sailed away to Erin.
The Gilla was entertained to his heart’s content, till one day he said, “I must leave you now, and go to my own place.”
Conan and a number of Fenians went to the seashore to see him ride away. “Where is your horse?” asked Conan.
“Here,” said the Gilla.
Conan turned to see the ugly long-legged beast, but saw nothing. He turned then to look at the Gilla, but saw only mist stretching out toward the water.