What is whiter than snow?’ he said. ‘The truth,’ said Grania.’What is the best colour?’ said Finn. ‘The colour of childhood,’ said she.’What is hotter than fire?’ ‘The face of a hospitable man when he sees a stranger coming in, and the house empty.”What has a taste more bitter than poison?’ ‘The reproach of an enemy.”What is best for a champion?’ ‘His doings to be high, and his pride to be low.”What is the best of jewels?’ ‘A knife.”What is sharper than a sword?’ ‘The wit of a woman between two men.”What is quicker than the wind?’ said Finn then. ‘A woman’s mind,’ said Grania. And indeed she was telling no lie when she said that.

What is whiter than snow?’ he said. ‘The truth,’ said Grania.’What is the best colour?’ said Finn. ‘The colour of childhood,’ said she.’What is hotter than fire?’ ‘The face of a hospitable man when he sees a stranger coming in, and the house empty.”What has a taste more bitter than poison?’ ‘The reproach of an enemy.”What is best for a champion?’ ‘His doings to be high, and his pride to be low.”What is the best of jewels?’ ‘A knife.”What is sharper than a sword?’ ‘The wit of a woman between two men.”What is quicker than the wind?’ said Finn then. ‘A woman’s mind,’ said Grania. And indeed she was telling no lie when she said that.

– Lady Augusta Gregory –

Gods and Fighting Men: The Story of the Tuatha De Danaan and the Fianna of Ireland

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