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XI
THE BOYHOOD OF FIONN
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word was uttered, no movement made except the movement and the utterance of the Ard-Rí.

"You are the son of a friend," said the great-hearted monarch. "You shall have the seat of a friend."

He placed Fionn at the right hand of his own son Art.