… “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…
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