… “Shame on you,” said the old man as he struggled to his feet, “to think that such mighty men cannot tie one small sheep.”
He took hold of the sheep, dragged her easily to the wall and re-tied the broken rope.
Fin and his Merry-Men were somewhat aghast to behold these uncanny proceedings but before they could inquire of the old man he again called to the girl below stairs.
“Come and get some more food ready for Fin and his men.”
Up came the girl again and before long a feast fit for kings again lay before Fin and his Merry-Men.
“Now you tuck in good and proper,” said the old man, “you’ll have no more trouble from my sheep.”
So, Fin and his Merry-Men ate and drank their fill until, feeling well sated, they drew their chairs back from the table.
Fin had a mind to speak with the girl but when he went down to her she said, “You had me once, you have me no longer, and you will never have me again.”
Fin turned on his heel and went back to his chair.
Then Dermot went down to her and got the self same response.
The same happened to all Fin’s men even though none of them had ever met the girl before.
Ossian was the last to go down but him she led back upstairs by the hand, and across the floor, with her until she stood before Fin.
“Fin Mac Cool,” she said, “ever has the fame of you and your men, for prowess, spread throughout the land yet you all failed to tie the sheep.”
“Is there a solution to this riddle?” asked Fin.