Now the king of the Shi' of Cesh Corran, Conaran, son of Imidel, was also watching the hunt,

but
Fionn did not see him, for we cannot see the people of Faery until we enter their realm, and Fionn
was not thinking of Faery at that moment. Conaran did not like Fionn, and, seeing that the great
champion was alone, save for Cona'n and the two hounds Bran and Sceo'lan, he thought the time
had come to get Fionn into his power. We do not know what Fionn had done to Conaran, but it must
have been bad enough, for the king of the Shi' of Cesh Cotran was filled with joy at the sight of Fionn
thus close to him, thus unprotected, thus unsuspicious.

This Conaran had four daughters. He was fond of them and proud of them, but if one were to search
the Shi's of Ireland or the land of Ireland, the equal of these four would not be found for ugliness
and bad humour and twisted temperaments.

Their hair was black as ink and tough as wire: it stuck up and poked out and hung down about their
heads in bushes and spikes and tangles. Their eyes were bleary and red. Their mouths were black
and twisted, and in each of these mouths there was a hedge of curved yellow fangs. They had long
scraggy necks that could turn all the way round like the neck of a hen. Their arms were long and
skinny and muscular, and at the end of each finger they had a spiked nail that was as hard as horn
and as sharp as a briar. Their bodies were covered with a bristle of hair and fur and fluff, so that they
looked like dogs in some parts and like cats in others, and in other parts again they looked like
chickens. They had moustaches poking under their noses and woolly wads growing out of their ears,
so that when you looked at them the first time you never wanted to look at them again, and if you
had to look at them a second time you were likely to die of the sight.

They were called Caevo'g, Cuillen, and Iaran. The fourth daughter, Iarnach, was not present at that
moment, so nothing need be said of her yet.

"But Fionn cannot see us," Caevo'g objected, and her brow set downwards and her chin set upwards
and her mouth squeezed sidewards, so that her face looked like a badly disappointed nut.

"And we are worth seeing," Cuillen continued, and the disappointment that was set in her sister's
face got carved and twisted into hers, but it was worse in her case.