"Now!" said her sister of the Shí. "That is how long the love of a mortal lasts," she added, in the voice of sad triumph which is proper to sisters.
But on Uct Dealv there came a rage of jealousy and despair such as no person in the Shí had ever heard of, and from that moment she became capable of every ill deed; for there are two things not easily controlled, and they are hunger and jealousy. She determined that the woman who had supplanted her in Iollan's affections should rue the day she did it. She pondered and brooded revenge in her heart, sitting in thoughtful solitude and bitter collectedness until at last she had a plan.
She understood the arts of magic and shape-changing, so she changed her shape into that of Fionn's female runner, the best-known woman in Ireland; then she set out from Faery and appeared in the world. She travelled in the direction of Iollan's stronghold.
Iollan knew the appearance of Fionn's messenger, but he was surprised to see her.
She saluted him.
"Health and long life, my master."
"Health and good days," he replied. "What brings you here, dear heart?"
"I come from Fionn."
"And your message?" said he.
"The royal captain intends to visit you."
"He will be welcome," said Iollan. "We shall give him an Ulster feast."
"The world knows what that is," said the messenger courteously. "And now," she continued, "I have messages for your queen."
Tuiren then walked from the house with the messenger,
