"Thy boat is little enough for thee alone," said AEda.

"Cease fault-finding and grumbling," then said Eisirt, "for the weight of wisdom that is in thee will not bear him down." So AEda and Eisirt mounted on the fairy horse and away they sped over the tops of the waves and the deeps of the ocean till at last they reached the Kingdom of Faylinn, and there were a great concourse of the Wee Folk awaiting them.

"Eisirt is coming! Eisirt is coming!" cried they all, "and a Fomorian giant along with him." Then Iubdan went forth to meet Eisirt, and he kissed him, and said, "Why hast thou brought this Fomorian with thee to slay us ?" "He is no Fomor," said Eisirt, "but a learned man and a poet from Ulster.

He is moreover the King of Ulster's dwarf, and in all that realm he is the smallest man.

He can lie in their great men's bosoms and stand upon their hands as though he were a child; yet for all that you would do well to be careful how you behave to him." "What is his name ?" said they then.