Chapter 7
A new life for Fionn in the robber's den that was hidden in a
vast cold marsh.
A tricky place that would be, with sudden exits and even
suddener entrances, and with damp, winding, spidery places to hoard
treasure in, or to hide oneself in.
If the robber was a solitary he would, for lack of someone else,
have talked greatly to Fionn. He would have shown his weapons and
demonstrated how he used them, and with what s***h he chipped his
victim, and with what slice he chopped him. He would have told why
a s***h was enough for this man and why that man should be sliced.
All men are masters when one is young, and Fionn would have found
knowledge here also. He would have seen Fiacuil's great spear that
had thirty rivets of Arabian gold in its socket, and that had to be
kept
