So off he went and knocked at the castle door.
"What do you want now?" asked the king.
"I want a pot," said Gilla, "to boil the wild bull."
"Well," said the king, "I have no pot for you but that big pot back in the yard, in which we boil stuff for the pigs. I 'll give you the loan of that if you are able to carry it."
"It 's good to get that itself from a bad person," said Gilla na Grakin, and away he went to look for the pot behind the castle.
At last he found it, and when he put it down at the tent he said to Fin, "We have nothing now to boil the pot with, nothing to make a fire."
Then he went a third time to the castle, knocked at the door, and out came the king. "What do you want now?" asked he.
"Fire to boil the bull."
"Go to the wood and get firewood for yourself, or do without it. You 'll get no firewood from me," said the king of the Flood.
Gilla went out, got plenty of wood and boiled the whole bull.
"We are well off now," said he to Fin; "we have plenty to eat."
Next morning Gilla na Grakin went to the castle and knocked.
