the Giant came on so fast that he ran into the middle of the
loch and was drowned.

Here is clearly a Sun-myth, which is like those of ancient Hindu
and Greek legend: the blue-grey Filly is the Dawn, on which the
new day, the maiden and her lover, speed away. The great Giant,
whose breath burns the maiden's back, is the morning Sun, whose
progress is stopped by the thick shade of the trees. Then he
rises higher, and at midday he breaks through the forest, and
soars above the rocky mountains. At evening, still powerful in
speed and heat, he comes to the great lake, plunges into it, and
sets, and those whom he pursues escape. This ending is repeated
in one of the oldest Hindu mythical stories, that of Bheki, the
Frog Princess, who lives with her husband on condition that he
never shows her a drop of water. One day he forgets, and she
disappears: that is, the sun sets or dies on the water--a
fanciful idea which takes us straight as an arrow to Aryan
myths.

Now, however, we must complete the Gaelic story, which here
becomes like the Soaring Lark, and the Land East of the Sun and
West of the Moon, and other Teutonic and Scandinavian tales.

After the Giant's daughter and her husband had got free from the
Giant, she bade him go to his father's house, and tell them
about her; but he was not to suffer anything to kiss him, or he
would forget her altogether. So he told everybody they were not
to kiss him, but an old greyhound leapt up at him, and touched
his mouth, and then he forgot all about the Giant's daughter,
just as if she had never lived. Now when the King's son left