a good man but you wanted me to put him away. And how could I banish such a man as this if I tried?"
"The way to banish him," said Conan Maol, "is to send him to the king of Lochlin to take from him the pot of plenty that 's never without meat, but has always enough in it to feed the whole world, and bring that pot to this castle."
Fin called Gilla na Grakin, and said: "You 'll have to go for me now to the king of Lochlin, and get from him the pot of plenty that is never without meat, and bring it here to me."
"Well," said Gilla, "as long as I 'm in your service I can 't refuse to do your work."
So away went Gilla. He took a glen at a step and a hill at a leap till he came to the shore of the sea, where he caught up two sticks, put one across the other, then gave them a tip of the hand, and a fine vessel rose out of the two pieces of wood.
Gilla na Grakin went on board the vessel, hoisted the sails, and off he went in a straight line. The music he heard on his way was the whistling of eels in the sea and the calling of gulls in the air, till he came under the king's castle in Lochlin. When he came, there were hundreds of ships standing near the shore, and he had to anchor outside them all; then he stepped from ship to ship till he stood on land.
