Chapter 3
When they came among the host the men of Ireland gathered about
the vast stranger; and there were some who hid their faces in their
mantles so that they should not be seen to laugh, and there were
some who rolled along the ground in merriment, and there were
others who could only hold their mouths open and crook their knees
and hang their arms and stare dumbfoundedly upon the stranger, as
though they were utterly dazed.
Cael of the Iron came also on the scene, and he examined the
stranger with close and particular attention.
"What in the name of the devil is this thing?" he asked of
Fionn.
"Dear heart," said Fionn, "this is the champion I am putting
against you in the race."
Cael of the Iron grew purple in the face, and he almost
swallowed his tongue through wrath.
