Such were the signs that showed the house of a leech.
When they drew nigh they heard the voice of one man talking and of
another who laughed. It happened that that day there had been
borne thither a champion, in whose body there was not one small
bone unbroken or uninjured. The man's bruises and fractures had
been dressed and set by Fingin and his intelligent and deft-handed
apprentices, and he lay now in his bed of healing listening
joyfully to the conversation of the leech, who was beyond all
others eloquent and of most agreeable discourse.
When Conall's messengers related the reason of their coming,
Fingin cried to his young men, "Harness me my horses and yoke my
chariot. There are few," he said, "in Erin for whom I would leave
my own house, but that youth is one of them. His father Amargin
was well known to me. He was a warrior grim and dour exceedingly,
and he ever said concerning the boy, 'This hound's whelp that I
have gotten is too fine and sleek to hold bloody gaps or hunt down
a noble prey. He will be a women's playmate and not a peer amongst
Heroes.
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