Martin Shaw

His name is Conan Mowl, Crow Bald Conan.

He's absolutely bald on the top of his enormous head.

But if you were to journey, if you were to go on a safari around the back of him,

The curls Conan has on his back, from here to here, thick sheet of black curls down to his rotund bottom.

They're so thick and luxuriant that all the socks and vests of Finn's men were made from the curls on Conan Mal's back.

You have maybe met men like this.

Maybe you are a man like that.

Who knows?

So dusk has come.

Don't overthink that image for too long.

There's Finn in the middle, we've got Dimm on one side, we've got Conan on the other, and there's Finn's two dogs.

They are actually his nephews under enchantment.

That's an entirely different story.

They're called Bran and Shoylan.

And suddenly, they've spotted something.

They run ahead over the long grasses, Finn and the warriors behind them.

And a very strange thing happens because the dogs turn, and whatever they have found, they are protecting it.

They're not ripping it to shreds.

Finn cautiously gets off the back of his chariot.

He walks along through the long grasses and he realises that between the dogs they're protecting a young doe, a female deer.