“He can be seen,” said Aefa. “And there is one--the Little Sage of the Mountain--who can tell what road to go to find the Gobaun Saor.” “Then,” said Caintigern, “my two sons, Dermott and Downal, will ride out to-morrow to find the Little Sage of the Mountain, and the Gobaun Saor, so that one of them may find the Sword of Light and come to rule over his father’s dominion.” When the King of Ireland’s Son heard that, he went to the stable where the Slight Red Steed was, and put the bridle upon him and rode towards the Hill of Horns, on one side of which was the house thatched with the one great wing of a bird, where the Little Sage of the Mountain lived. THE SWORD OF LIGHT AND THE UNIQUE TALE WITH AS MUCH OF THE ADVENTURES OF GILLY OF THE GOATSKIN AS IS GIVEN IN “THE CRANESKIN BOOK” I He came to the house that was thatched with the one great wing of a bird, and, as before, the Little Sage of the Mountain asked him to do a day’s work. The King’s Son reaped the corn for the Little Sage, and as he was reaping it his two foster-brothers, Dermott and Downal, rode by on their fine horses. They did not know who the young fellow was who was reaping in the field and they shouted for the Little Sage of the Mountain to come out of the house and speak to them. “We want to know where to find the Gobaun Saor who is to give us the Sword of Light,” said Dermott. “Come in,” said the Sage, “and help me with my day’s work, and I’ll search in my book for some direction.” “We can’t do such an unprincely thing as take service with you,” said Downal. “Tell us now where we must go to find the Gobaun Saor.” “I think you have made a mistake,” said the Little Sage. “I’m an ignorant man, and I can’t answer such a question without study.” “Ride on, brother,” said Downal, “he can tell us nothing.” Dermott and Downal rode off on their fine horses, the silver bells on their bridles ringing. That night, when he had eaten his supper, the Little Sage told the King’s Son where to go. It is forbidden to tell where the King of Ireland’s Son found the Builder and Shaper for the Gods. In a certain place he came to where the Gobaun Saor had set up his forge and planted his anvil, and he saw the Gobaun Saor beating on a shape of iron. “You want to find the Sword of Light,” said the Gobaun, his eyes as straight as the line of a sword-blade, “but show me first your will, your mind and your purpose.” “How can I do that?” said the King of Ireland’s Son. “Guard my anvil for a few nights,” said the Gobaun Saor. “A Fua comes out of the river sometimes and tries to carry it off.”