I catch Fenian's wineskin in my open hand. My other hand tightly wields my four javelins (lately returned to me), anticipating with anxiety the third of my challenges. Fenian doesn't keep me waiting long when he begins to speak, but the leisurely pace he takes with his declaration is a formidable trial to my Cruachain patience: "The final challenge, indeed, will be for you to outdrink us all at An Cailleach na Muir in Inver Colpa!"

My heart swells. I have been invited into the halls of the Niafer! I will follow this infamous troupe as one of them, drink among them and put them to bed under the table. Niamh Gabulfota, I think to myself, you walk with legends. Try not to make a fool of yourself.

I take a deep pull from the wineskin. The drink is rich and potent, but much to my tastes! I grin before my new friends, following closely after them, too delighted to speak.