two arms brought them out in front of the castle and killed each with the other.
All was quiet and still at the castle. There was n't a man alive to stand up against Gilla na Grakin, who went to his ship, raised the sails, and started for Erin. All he heard was the spouting of whales, the whistling of eels, the calling of gulls, and the roar of the wind, as the ship rushed back to the place where he had made it in Erin. When he reached that place he gave the ship a tip of his hand, and there before him was the pot of plenty, and with it the two sticks which he had found on the shore of the sea when he was going to the castle of the king of Lochlin.
He left the sticks where he found them, put the pot on his back, and hurried away to the castle of Fin MacCumhail.
Fin and all the Fenians of Erin were glad to see Gilla na Grakin, and Fin thanked him for the work he had done.
The first part of that night they spent in ease, the second in sport, the third in a hurried sleep.
Next morning they rose and had breakfast from the pot. From that day out they hunted for pleasure alone. They had enough and to spare from the pot of plenty.
Another day Conan Maol was outside the castle with Fin, and he said: "Gilla na Grakin will
