down on the ground, he said: "That's the position he had when he made the hole for me, that I couldn't come up out of, when I went down into it. I'll go no nearer to him."
"No!" said the fox, "but that's the way he was when he was making the thing for me, and I'll go no nearer to him."
"No!" says the lion, "but that's the very way he had, when he was making the plough that I was caught in. I'll go no nearer to him."
They all went from him then and returned. The tailor and his wife came home to Galway. They gave me paper stockings and shoes of thick milk. I lost them since. They got the ford, and I the flash;[1] they were drowned, and I came safe.
BRAN.
Finn had a splendid hound. That was Bran. You have heard talk of Bran. This is the colour was on him:
Yellow feet that were on Bran,
Two black sides, and belly white,
Grayish back of hunting colour,
Two ears, red, round, small, and bright.
Bran would overtake the wild-geese, she was that swift,
- ↑ Flash, in Irish, lochán, i.e., little lake, or pool of water. Most story-tellers say, not, "I got the lochán," but the "clochán," or stepping-stones.
