From the troop of dogs there arose a baying and barking,a snarling and howling and growling,a yelping and squealing and bawling for which no words can be found.Now and again a dog nosed among a thousand smells and scented his master;the ruff of his neck stood up like a hog's bristles and a netty ridge prickled along his spine.Then with red eyes,with bared fangs,with a hoarse,deep snort and growl he rushed at the cave,and then he halted and sneaked back again with all his ruffles smoothed,his tail between his legs,his eyes screwed sideways in miserable apology and alarm,and a long thin whine of woe dribbling out of his nose.
The three sisters took their wide-channelled,hard-tempered swords in their hands,and prepared to slay the Fianna,but before doing so they gave one more look from the door of the cave to see if there might be a straggler of the Fianna who was escaping death by straggling,and they saw one coming towards them with Bran and Sceo'lan leaping beside him,while all the other dogs began to burst their throats with barks and split their noses with snorts and wag their tails off at sight of the tall,valiant,white-toothed champion,Goll mor mac Morna."We will kill that one first,"said Caevo'g.
"There is only one of him,"said Cuillen.
"And each of us three is the match for an hundred,"said Iaran.
The uncanny,misbehaved,and outrageous harridans advanced then to meet the son of Morna,and when he saw these three Goll whipped the sword from his thigh,swung his buckler round,and got to them in ten great leaps.
Silence fell on the world during that conflict.The wind went down;the clouds stood still;the old hill itself held its breath;the warriors within ceased to be men and became each an ear;and the dogs sat in a vast circle round the combatants,with their heads all to one side,their noses poked forward,their mouths half open,and their tails forgotten.Now and again a dog whined in a whisper and snapped a little snap on the air,but except for that there was neither sound nor movement.
It was a long fight.It was a hard and a tricky fight,and Goll won it by bravery and strategy and great good luck;for with one shrewd slice of his blade he carved two of these mighty termagants into equal halves,so that there were noses and whiskers to his right hand and knees and toes to his left:and that stroke was known afterwards as one of the three great sword-strokes of Ireland.The third hag,however,had managed to get behind Goll,and she leaped on to his back with the bound of a panther,and hung here with the skilful,many-legged,tight-twisted clutching of a spider.But the great champion gave a twist of his hips and a swing of his shoulders that whirled her around him like a sack.He got her on the ground and tied her hands with the straps of a shield,and he was going to give her the last blow when she appealed to his honour and bravery.
"I put my life under your protection,"said she."And if you let me go free I will lift the enchantment from the Fianna-Finn and will give them all back to you again.""I agree to that,"said Goll,and he untied her straps.The harridan did as she had promised,and in a short time Fionn and Oisi'n and Oscar and Cona'n were released,and after that all the Fianna were released.
