Chapter 6
Just as at one time he could not be parted from Saeve, so now he
could not be separated from this boy. He had a thousand names for
him, each one more tender than the last: "My Fawn, My Pulse, My
Secret Little Treasure," or he would call him "My Music, My
Blossoming Branch, My Store in the Heart, My Soul." And the dogs
were as wild for the boy as Fionn was. He could sit in safety among
a pack that would have torn any man to pieces, and the reason was
that Bran and Sceo'lan, with their three whelps, followed him about
like shadows. When he was with the pack these five were with him,
and woeful indeed was the eye they turned on their comrades when
these pushed too closely or were not properly humble. They thrashed
the pack severally and collectively until every hound in
