Chapter 6
As each man came out of the cave he gave a jump and a shout; the
courage of the world went into him and he felt that he could fight
twenty. But while they were talking over the adventure and
explaining how it had happened, a vast figure strode over the side
of the hill and descended among them. It was Conaran's fourth
daughter.
If the other three had been terrible to look on, this one was
more terrible than the three together. She was clad in iron plate,
and she had a wicked sword by her side and a knobby club in her
hand She halted by the bodies of her sisters, and bitter tears
streamed down into her beard.
"Alas, my sweet ones," said she, "I am too late."
And then she stared fiercely at Fionn.
"I demand a combat," she roared.
"It is your right," said Fionn. He tu
