incely thing as take service with you," said
Downal. "Tell us now where we must go to find the Gobaun Saor."

"I think you have made a mistake," said the Little Sage. "I'm an
ignorant man, and I can't answer such a question without study."

"Ride on, brother," said Downal, "he can tell us nothing." Dermott and
Downal rode off on their fine horses, the silver bells on their bridles
ringing.

That night, when he had eaten his supper, the Little Sage told the
King's Son where to go. It is forbidden to tell where the King of
Ireland's Son found the Builder and Shaper for the Gods. In a certain
place he came to where the Gobaun Saor had set up his forge and planted
his anvil, and he saw the Gobaun Saor beating on a shape of iron.

"You want to find the Sword of Light," said the Gobaun, his eyes as
straight as the line of a sword-blade, "but show me first your will,
your mind and your purpose."

"How can I do that?" said the King of Ireland's Son.

"Guard my anvil for a few nights," said the Gobaun Saor. "A Fua comes
out of the river sometimes and tries to carry it off."

The Gobaun Saor had to make a journey to look at trees that were growing
in the forest, and the King's Son guarded his anvil. And at night a Fua
came out of the river and flung great stones, striving to drive him away
from the anvil. He ran down to the river bank to drive it away, but the
creature caught him in its long arms and tried to drown him in the deep
water. The King of Ireland's Son was near his death, but he broke away
from the Fua, and when the creature caught him again, he dragged it up
the bank and held it against a tree. "I will give you the mastery of
all arts because you have mastered me," said the Fua. "I do not want the
mastery of arts, but maybe you can tell me where to find the Sword
of Light." "You want to know that--do you?" said the Fua, and then it
twisted from him and went into the river.

The Fua came the next night and flung stones as before, and the King's
Son wrestled with it in the very middle of the river, and held him
so that he could not get to the other bank. "I will give you heaps of
wealth because you have mastered me," said the creature with the big
eyes and the long arms. "Not wealth, but the knowledge of where to
come on the Sword of Light is what I want from you," said the King of
Ireland's Son. But the Fua twisted from him and ran away again.

The next night the Fua came again, and the King's Son wrestled wit