"I would n't give you the leavings of my pigs," said Curucha.
Misty turned and left him, but on the way he met the bakers bringing bread from the bake house and he caught all their loaves from them and ran home to Fin. "We have plenty to eat now," said Misty, "but nothing at all to drink. I must go to Curucha to know will he give us something to drink."
He went a second time to the castle, put a fighting blow on the door, and out came Curucha.
"What do you want this time?" asked he.
"I want drink for myself and my master, Fin MacCumhail."
"You 'll get no drink from me. I would n't give you the dirty ditch-water that 's outside my castle."
Misty turned to go home, but on the way he met twelve boys each carrying the full of his arms of bottles of wine. He took every bottle from them, and it was n't long till he was in the tent.
"Now we can eat and drink our fill."
"We can indeed," said Fin. Next morning Misty put another fighting blow on the door of the castle. Out flew Curucha with his guardian sword in his hand, and he made at Misty. With the first blow he gave him, he took an ear off his head.
