… “Fiachna, son of Conga,” shouted Daatho, “there is a man here who wants a word with you.”
“Let him who wants a word with me, fall into step with me, replied Fiachna.
“Spoken like a true champion,” said Fin, falling into step alongside the old man.
“A name before a word,” said Fiachna.
“I am Fin, son of Cuill, son of Trenmore, son of Bassna,” said Fin.
The old man stopped in his tracks then and his hands began to tremble and to shake.
“Do you say this to mock me?” he asked.
“I speak truly,” said FIn, “do I not resemble my father?”
The old man looked more closely at Fin.
“You have Cuill’s eyes,” he said, “but if you are his son then you will know what mark he wore upon his sporran.”
“The mark on the threshold stone of the Brugh na Angus is on his sporran,” said Fin.
“And how is the sporran marked within?” asked Fiachna.
“It is marked with the secret name of the Four Treasures,” said Fin.
“May the sun and moon protect you Fin, son of Cuill,” said Fiachna, “and may the earth open up safe passage for all your wanderings. But do you have the sporran of Cuill?”
“I have the sporran,” said Fin.
“Then I have a gift for you,” said Fiachna. …