"Is there?
By the kilt of Cormack MacCormack, I'm glad ye reminded me.

It was worryin' me a little meself.

There was Daghda, who could put on the head of a great boar an' the body of a giant fish and cleave the waves an' tear to pieces the birlins of any who came against Erin; an' there was Rinn--" How many more of the metamorphoses of the Old People I might have heard, I do not know, for the curtains parted and in walked Rador.
"You have rested well," he smiled, "I can see.

The handmaiden bade me call you.

You are to eat with her in her garden." Down long corridors we trod and out upon a gardened terrace as beautiful as any of those of Yolara's city; bowered, blossoming, fragrant, set high upon the cliffs beside the domed castle.