Manannan mac Lir, the friend of ocean-wanderers; Angus Oge, guardian of little children and lord of all that is beautiful; Lu Lam-Fada, knower of all knowledge; the Mor Riga, divine mother of wisdom and unfolder of mysteries—these and many others of the undying gods came in that hour of peace. Still Scathach played, until a deep slumber fell on the heroes, and they knew no more.
A fair and sun-bright morning dawned over the high hills of Donegal, and Fionn and his men woke from their sleep to find themselves lying on the side of Bearnas Mor. There was no trace of the house, or of Mac Derg and his daughter Scathach, nor do I think Fionn ever saw them again, though the memory of that night, when he had known unbounded sorrow and joy and peace, remained with him ever after.
