of the king's dun, threw the torches upon the thatched roof to set it on fire as usual.
That moment Bran gave the torches such a push with her shoulders, that they fell into the stream which ran around the dun, and were put out. "Who is this," cried the youngest son of the old hag, "who has dared to put out my lights, and interfere with my hereditary right?"
"I," said Fin, who stood in front of him. Then began a terrible battle between Fin and the old woman's son. Bran came down from the dun to help Fin; she bit and tore his enemy's back, stripping the skin and flesh from his head to his heels.
After a terrible struggle such as had not been in the world before that night, Fin cut the head off his enemy. But for Bran, Fin could never have conquered.
The time for the return of her son had passed; supper was ready. The old woman, impatient and angry, said to the second son: "You take torches and hurry on, see why your brother loiters. I 'll pay him for this when he comes home! But be careful and don't do like him, or you 'll have your pay too. Hurry back, for the stirabout is boiling and ready for supper."
He started off, was met and killed exactly as his brother, except that he was stronger and the battle
