paying court to women, was not with them; he had gone to the mountains with his dogs.
All sat down, except Conan Maol MacMorna (never a man spoke well of him); no seat was ready for him, for he used to lie on the flat of his back on the floor, at Fin's castle.
When all were seated the door of the castle closed of itself. Fin then asked the man nearest the door, to rise and open it. The man tried to rise; he pulled this way and that, over and hither, but he could n't get up. Then the next man tried, and the next, and so on, till the turn came to Fin himself, who tried in vain.
Now, whenever Fin and his men were in trouble and great danger it was their custom to raise a cry of distress (a voice of howling), heard all over Erin. Then all men knew that they were in peril of death; for they never raised this cry except in the last extremity.
Fin's son, Fialan, who was three years old and in the cradle, heard the cry, was roused, and jumped up.
"Get me a sword!" said he to the nurse. "My father and his men are in distress; I must go to aid them."
"What could you do, poor little child."
Fialan looked around, saw an old rusty sword-blade laid aside for ages. He took it down, gave
