The man watched as his young friends fled. Lugh found a drink un-spilled in his hand and decided that a sign. He drank, draining the rest of it in one long pull. Even that time was not enough for the man, he stood, back toward Lugh, watching as the young men fled. Lugh began to grow concerned, was this the girl’s father?
“Are you the one we call the Youth?”
“Well, how would I know. . .”
“Do not toy with me. Are you one of the unatural children of the goddess Dana? Lugh of the long journeys some call you.” The man turned, his eyes bore into Lugh’s, “But when you came to us before, some 300 years gone, we called you the Youth. At least that is what we called you after you left us.”
“I am called Finn . . .”
“You call yourself that, Oatey calls you Lugh, Lugh Lamfada, the far reacher, the one of the long journeys. You have white hair, so you are Finn, well and good. Anyone can see that. Do you deny you are the creature Lugh Lamfada then? Is that how you came to the Norfolk when we sheltered you from your brother?”
“. . . the creature. . .”
The Norfolk barked a humorless laugh. “Really, you would bridle at being called creature, when you are hundreds of years old, when you look no older now then when you left us and brought on us the wrath of Baelor and all this of the giants. Really, creature is not to your liking? How about demon then, how about monster?”
“How about man?”
“How can that be, Finn? Man? I don’t know what you are, but man does not describe you.”
“Did I say I was this Lugh creature?”
“No, you deny it. You call yourself Finn and doing so you call Oatey Moss a liar.” The Norfolk grinned, but there was nothing of laughter in it.
Lugh ground his teeth. Who was this pompous prosecutor? Lugh regretted the beer and the evening. He might even have regretted Oatey and the giant hunt, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to that. “You have me at a disadvantage, you accuse me, but I don’t even know your name or by what rite you question. You seem ready to hang me for this thing of Baelor of which I know nothing. And I thought the Norfolk a civil folk, but is this how you treat a guest? This is what passes for hospitality in the North?