Old Celtic Romances Part 3

x.x.xIV. Signs of Home, 174

x.x.xV. Maildun meets his Enemy, and arrives Home, 175

THE FAIRY PALACE OF THE QUICKEN TREES.

I. Colga, King of Lochlann, invades Erin, and is slain, 177

II. Midac, the Son of Colga, meditates Revenge, 181

III. Finn is entrapped by Midac, and held by Enchantment in 189 the Palace of the Quicken Trees,

IV. Innsa, Finn's Foster Son, defends the Ford leading to 196 the Palace of the Quicken Trees,

V. Ficna, the Son of Finn, defends the Ford, 203

VI. Dermat O'Dyna slays the Three Kings of the Island of 213 the Torrent, breaks the Spell with their Blood, and frees Finn,

VII. The Fight at the Ford with the Foreign Army, 219

THE PURSUIT OF THE GILLA DACKER AND HIS HORSE.

I. Arrival of the Gilla Dacker and his Horse, 223

II. Conan and Fifteen of the Fena are carried off by the 235 Gilla Dacker's Horse,

III. Pursuit, 239

IV. Dermat O'Dyna, in Quest of the Gilla Dacker, 245 encounters the Wizard-Champion at the Well,

V. Dermat O'Dyna in Tir-fa-tonn, 253

VI. Finn, in Quest of Dermat, fights many Battles, 259

VII. Finn and Dermat meet, 265

VIII. Conan and his Companions found and rescued, 267

THE PURSUIT OF DERMAT AND GRANIA.

I. Finn, the Son of c.u.mal, seeks the Princess Grania to 274 Wife,

II. Dermat O'Dyna secretly espouses the Princess Grania, 277

III. Flight and Pursuit, 285

IV. The Fastness of the Seven Narrow Doors, 289

V. The Three Sea-Champions and their Three Venomous 296 Hounds on the Track of Dermat and Grania,

VI. What Befell the Three Sea-Champions and their Three 305 Venomous Hounds,

VII. Sharvan, the Surly Giant, and the Fairy Quicken Tree 313 of Dooros,

VIII. The Attack of the Witch-Hag, 330

IX. Peace and Rest at Last, 332

X. The Death of Dermat, 334

THE CHASE OF SLIEVE CULLINN, 351

THE CHASE OF SLIEVE FUAD, 362

OISIN IN TIRNANOGE; OR, THE LAST OF THE FENA, 385

THE VOYAGE OF THE SONS OF O'CORRA, 400

THE FATE OF THE SONS OF USNA, 427

NOTES, 455

LIST OF PROPER NAMES, 471

THE FATE OF THE CHILDREN OF LIR; OR, _THE FOUR WHITE SWANS._

Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water; Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose; While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.

MOORE.