Thank you, Lady Caitrin, I will continue. Ah yes, so the man with the hairy knees came walking up with his long, bony ould mare. The man had an iron studded club, and kept beating the horse with it. The horse didn't seem to mind, but as the man laid powerful blow after blow, it made a sound like wind ripping down a sail. And everytime he beat his horse, the Fianna thought he would knock the horse to the ground. As he came closer he bawled "You're Finn Mac Cumhal" to the head of the Fianna. "I want to be part of the Fianna. What will you pay a lad like me?" "Who ARE you?" asked Finn. "I'm known east and west and south and north as the Gruff Gillie, or if you like, the Rough Gillie, or Tough Gillie. I'm called that because I've notions of my own about what to do and no master that I've ever had has been able to change them. And you," he said to Finn and the Fianna, "don't ever try to get me to do things I don't want to do!" "Shall we take the Gruff Gillie for a camp-servant" asked Finn to the Fianna...

--Mbo