And he was buried under a
green hill, and the shining stone he used to hold in his hand, and he
doing his feats, was put over his head.
And his mother, Cuillen, came to his grave keening him every day through
the length of a year. And one day she died there for grief after her
son, and they put her into the same green hill.
But as to Finn, he was afraid of no earthly thing, and he killed many
great serpents in Loch Cuilinn and Loch Neathach, and at Beinn Edair;
and Shadow-Shapes at Loch Lein and Drom Cleib and Loch Liath, and a
serpent and a cat in Ath Cliath.
CHAPTER XIV. THE PIGS OF ANGUS
Angus Og, son of the Dagda, made a feast one time at Brugh na Boinne for
Finn and the Fianna of the Gael. Ten hundred of them were in it, and
they wearing green clothing and crimson cloaks; and as to the people of
Angus' house, it is clothing of red silk they had.
And Finn was sitting beside Angus in the beautiful house, and it is
long since the like of those two were seen in Ireland. And any stranger
would wonder to see the way the golden cups were going from hand to
hand.
And Angus said out in a loud voice that every one could hear: "It is a
better life this is than to be hunting." There was anger on Finn then,
and he said: "It is a worse life than hunting to be here, without
hounds, without horses, without battalions, without the shouting of
armies." "Why are you talking like that, Finn?" said Angus, "for as to
the hounds you have," he said, "they would not kill so much as one pig.
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