The King of Ireland's Son

f the sun. The Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands was seated on his

ht it," said

e then," said

give what you promised me at the end of my t

that room," said he. "Put your hand through the hole in the door, and the

e would lose his love Fedelma. He stood without putting out his hand. "Put your hand through the

f the maidens inside were all held in a bunch. But no sooner did he touch them than he found

the door and the King of Ireland's Son drew Fedelma to him. "Th

a, "is the Slight Red Steed." "What dowry do yo

y but the Slig

it. And I hope no well-trained wiza

ve found your dwelling-place within a year and a day. And now I pluck

out of his head. The King's Son plucked the three hairs of his beard before he could lift a h

and rode off, and the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands, and his