With that the air was full of the hum of innumerous flies, midges, bees, wasps, moths, and all winged insects. These settled upon the monks, who moved not, but praised God in silence. "Glory and praise to God," cried Colum, "behold the Sabbath of the children of God that inhabit the deeps of the air! Blessing and peace be upon them." "Peace! Peace!" cried the monks, with one voice. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost!" cried Colum the White, glad because of the glory to God. "_An ainm an Athar, 's an Mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh_," cried the monks, bowing reverently, and Oran and Keir deepest of all, because they saw the fly that was of Colum's cell leading the whole host, as though it were their captain, and singing to them a marvellous sweet song. Oran and Keir testified to this thing, and all were full of awe and wonder, and Colum praised God. Then the Saints and the brotherhood moved onward and went upon the rocks. When all stood ankle-deep in the sea-weed that was swaying in the tide, Colum cried: "O finny creatures of the deep, draw near!" And with that the whole sea shimmered as with silver and gold. All the fishes of the sea, and the great eels, and the lobsters and the crabs, came in a swift and terrible procession. Great was the glory. Then Colum cried, "O fishes of the Deep, who is your king?" Whereupon the herring, the mackerel, and the dog-fish swam forward, and each claimed to be king. But the echo that ran from wave to wave said, _The Herring is King_. Then Colum said to the mackerel: "Sing the song that is upon you!" And the mackerel sang the song of the wild rovers of the sea, and the lust of pleasure. Then Colum said, "But for God's mercy, I would curse you, O false fish." Then he spake likewise to the dog-fish: and the dog-fish sang of slaughter and the chase, and the joy of blood. And Colum said: "Hell shall be your portion." And there was peace. And the Herring said: "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost!" Whereat all that mighty multitude, ere they sank into the deep, waved their fins and their claws, each after his kind, and repeated as with one voice: "_An ainm an Athar, 's an Mhic, 's an Spioraid Naoimh!_" And the glory that was upon the Sound of Iona was as though God trailed a starry net upon the waters, with a shining star in every little hollow, and a flowing moon of gold on every wave. Then Colum the White put out both his arms, and blessed the children of God that are in the deeps of the sea and that are in the deeps of the air. That is how Sabbath came upon all living things upon Hy that is called Iona, and within the air above Hy, and within the sea that is around Hy. And the glory is Colum's. III THE MOON-CHILD A year and a day before God bade Colum arise to the Feast of Eternity, Pòl the Freckled, the youngest of the brethren, came to him, on a night of the nights.