the wheat, the cock gave her a blow of his bill, the hen drew back, looked at him, and said:
"Bad luck to you, you wouldn't do the like of that when I was serving the old hag and you her pig, and I made a man of you and gave you back your own form.
The King's son looked at her and thought, "There must be something in this."
Smallhead threw a second grain. The cock pecked the hen again. "Oh," said the hen, "you would not do that the day the hag's sister was hunting us, and we two doves."
The King's son was still more astonished.
She threw a third grain. The cock struck the hen, and she said, "You would not do that to me the day I made two heather brooms out of you and myself." She threw a fourth grain. The cock pecked the hen a fourth time. "You would not do that the day you promised not to let any living thing kiss you or kiss any one yourself but me—you let the hound kiss you and you forgot me."
The King's son made one bound forward, embraced and kissed Smallhead, and told the King his whole story from beginning to end.
"This is my wife," said he; "I'll marry no other woman."
"Whose wife will my daughter be?" asked the King of Connacht.
"Oh, she will be the wife of the man who will marry her," said the King of Munster, "my son gave his word to this woman before he saw your daughter, and he must keep it."
So Smallhead married the King of Munster's son.
