discover if he keeps as great heart in his feet as he has made you think."
"He is not with us," Conán lamented.
"These notable warriors are never with us when the call is made," said the grim stranger.
"By my hand," cried Fionn, "he shall be here in no great time, for I will fetch him myself."
"Be it so," said Cael.
"And during my absence," Fionn continued, "I leave this as a compact, that you make friends with the Fianna here present, and that you observe all the conditions and ceremonies of friendship."
Cael agreed to that.
"I will not hurt any of these people until you return," he said.
Fionn then set out towards Tara of the Kings, for he thought Caelte mac Ronán would surely be there; "and if he is not there," said the champion to himself, "then I shall find him at Cesh Corran of the Fianna."
