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IRISH FAIRY STORIES
CHAP. V
"We have caught something on this hunt," said he to Caelte mac Ronán. "We must bring this treasure home. You shall be one of the Fianna-Finn, my darling," he called upwards.
The boy looked down on him, and in the noble trust and fearlessness of that regard Fionn's heart melted away.
"My little fawn!" he said.
And he remembered that other fawn. He set the boy between his knees and stared at him earnestly and long.
"There is surely the same look," he said to his wakening heart; "that is the very eye of Saeve."
The grief flooded out of his heart as at a stroke, and joy foamed into it in one great tide. He marched back singing to the encampment, and men saw once more the merry Chief they had almost forgotten.
