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 his comrades farewell, then sprang on to the white horse's back. Niav shook the golden bridle, and the horse entered the sea and began to walk over the white-crested waves. Oisin turned round, and waving his hand to his father and friends, said again: "I shall soon return."

Niav spoke to the milk-white horse, and it raced over the high, swift waves, following the path of light made by the setting sun on the sea. Fionn and the Fians watched it grow smaller and smaller in the distance, then, when they could discern it and its riders no longer, they knelt on the sand and keened over Oisin as though he was already dead.