"Ah, that is it; Fin will be his name, and Fin MacCumhail he is," said the old woman.
The king ordered his people to seize and put the young man to death, on the spot. The old woman hurried to the side of her grandson. They slipped from the crowd and away they went, a hill at a leap, a glen at a step, and thirty-two miles at a running-leap. They ran a long distance, till Fin grew tired; then the old grandmother took him on her back, putting his feet into two pockets which were in her dress, one on each side, and ran on with the same swiftness as before, a hill at a leap, a glen at a step, and thirty-two miles at a running-leap.
After a time, the old woman felt the approach of pursuit, and said to Fin: "Look behind, and tell me what you see."
"I see," said he, "a white horse with a champion on his back."
"Oh, no fear," said she; "a white horse has no endurance; he can never catch us, we are safe from him." And on they sped. A second time she felt the approach of pursuit, and again she said: "Look back, and see who is coming."
Fin looked back, and said: "I see a warrior riding on a brown horse."
"Never fear," said the old woman; "there is never a brown horse but is giddy, he cannot
