The tall warrior with the red-gold hair strides into the Great Hall, and finds young Caitrin seated.So, young one, you like the old stories?............It gladdens my heart to know this, for I fear that they will be lost in the clatter of those that would make up new heroes to replace the old. Let me tell you of another of the Fianna, one Conan Mac Morna........it is a good night for a story.......From behind a curtain, out steps Alison, THE FAIR ONE.Come sit with me FAIR ONE, and let us teach this lovely young one of our people.

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There was once a man called Conan mac Morna. He was big and bald and unwieldy in manly exercises, but his tongue was bitter and scurrilous. No brave deed was done that Conan the Bald did not mock and belittle. It is said that when he was stripped he showed down his back and buttocks a black sheep's fleece instead of a man's skin, and this is the way it came about.

One day when Conan was hunting in the forest along with some other members of the Fianna, they came to a stately dun this is a fort, dear Caitrin)