"The brother of Partholon," the saint gasped.

"That is my pedigree," Tuan said.

"But," Finnian objected in bewilderment, "Partholon came to
Ireland not long after the Flood."

"I came with him," said Tuan mildly.

The saint pushed his chair back hastily, and sat staring at his
host, and as he stared the blood grew chill in his veins, and his
hair crept along his scalp and stood on end.



CHAPTER IV

But Finnian was not one who remained long in bewilderment. He
thought on the might of God and he became that might, and was
tranquil.

He was one who loved God and Ireland, and to the person who could
instruct him in these great themes he gave all the interest of
his mind and the sympathy of his heart.

"It is a wonder you tell me, my beloved," he said. "And now you
must tell me more."

"What must I tell?" asked Tuan resignedly.