champions, it rose from them, and went to its high lofty aerial abode. Then the sea grew gentle unto them, and every blue wave grew tame so that the ocean was mild, smooth, friendly in harbour and recess and comer and rock. And none of them had need to work or to row, but the slanting full-sailing ships went along with the sound of the pure-cold wind, until they took harbour and port on the goodly island of the worlds, and at the green rock that is called Sgellig Michil to-day. It is he that was their guide there, namely, Glas the son of Dreman, from Sithan of Loch Lein of the cold water, and from the hidden places of Druim Droibel, and when a deer or other senseless beast was roused by the fiann there was no need for a dog or a man to run after it, but it was caught alive by Glas the son of Dreman. And he was hired by the fiann for that reason, and a short time he was with them when he was inveigled to betray Finn to Cormac the son of Art, the king of Erinn, and he had to leave Erinn for that, and to go into the great world, and it is he that was guide to the king of the world at that time.
'O soul, O Glas son of Dreman,' said the king of the world, 'not a harbour like this didst thou promise my fleet would And, but shores of white sand where my army might assemble for fairs and gatherings whenever they were not fighting.' 'I know a harbour like that in the west of Erinn,' said Glas, 'namely, Ventry Harbour in Corca Duibne (Corca Guiny).' They went onward thence to Ventry, and filled the borders of the whole harbour so that the sea was not visible between them, and the great barque of the king of the
