"Oisín," says St. Patrick, "unless you let me baptize you, you will go to hell where the rest of the Fenians are."
"If," says Oisín, "Diarmaid and Goll were alive for us, and the king that was over the Fenians, if they were to go to hell they would bring the devil and his forge up out of it on their back."
"Listen, O gray and senseless Oisín, think upon God, and bow your knee, and let me baptize you."
"Patrick," says Oisín, "for what did God damn all that of people?"
"For eating the apple of commandment," says St. Patrick.
"If I had known that your God was so narrow-sighted that he damned all that of people for one apple, we would have sent three horses and a mule carrying apples to God's heaven to Him."
"Listen, O gray and senseless Oisín, think upon God, and bow your knee, and let me baptize you."
Oisín fell into a faint, and the clergy thought that he had died. When he woke up out of it, "O Patrick, baptize me," says he—he saw something in his faint, he saw the thing that was before him. The spear was in St. Patrick's hand, and he thrust it into Oisín's foot purposely; and the ground was red with his share of blood.
"Oh," says St. Patrick to Oisín, "you are greatly cut."