, and he took their spoils from them, and the Druid army took their
sight and their strength from them, and they were routed, and they made
away to where the King of the Great Plain was, and Conn Crither
followed, killing and destroying. "Stop with me, king-hero," said the
King of the Great Plain, "that I may fight with you on account of my
people, since there is not one of them that turns to stand against you."

So the two set their banners in the earth and attacked one another, and
fought a good part of the day until Conn Crither struck off the king's
head. And he lifted up the head, and he was boasting of what he had
done. "By my word," he said, "I will not let myself be parted from this
body till some of the Fianna, few or many, will come to me."

CHAPTER IV. GLAS, SON OF BREMEN

The King of the World heard that, and he said: "It is a big word that
man is saying," he said; "and rise up now, Glas, son of Dremen, and see
which of the Fianna of Ireland it is that is saying it."

Glas left the ship then, and he went to where Conn

Crither was, and he asked who was he. "I am Conn Crither, son of Bran,
from Teamhair Luachra," said he. "If that is so," said Glas, "you are of
the one blood with myself, for I am Glas, son of Bremen from Teamhair
Luachra." "It is not right for you to come fighting against me from
those foreigners, so," said Conn. "It is a pity indeed," said Glas; "and
but for Finn and the Fianna driving me from them, I would not fight
against you or against one of themselves for all the treasures of the
whole world." "Do not say that," said Conn, "for I swear by my hand of
valour," he said, "if you had killed Finn's own son and the sons of his
people along with him, you need not be in dread of him if only you came
under his word and his protection." "I think indeed the day is come for
me to fight beside you," said Glas, "and I will go back and tell that to
the King of the World."

He went back then to where the king was, and the king asked him which of
the men of the Fianna was in it. "It is a kinsman of my own is in it,
High King," said Glas; "and it is weak my heart is, he to be alone, and
I have a great desire to go and help him." "If you go," said the King of
the World, "it is what I ask you, to come and to tell me every day how
many of the Fianna of Ireland have fallen by me; and if a few of my own
men should fall," he said, "come and tell me who it was they fell by."
"It is what I ask you,"