“Give me to no one whatever till a red boy comes,” said the nine-legged steed.
The king rose out. He gave welcome to the son of the King of Erin. Boys came up to the horse to put her in the stable. He did not give her to them. A red boy came. He asked would he give her to him. She told him to give her. They came into the parlour.
He got dinner then. He was eating and drinking till it was well on in the night. The king said then that he had an island, and that he gained nothing by it for a long time: that Owases were risen up on it.
“I am not going to give my daughter to any one who does not kill them and clear the island.”
“We will throw a look around to-morrow,” said the son of the King of Erin.
When he took breakfast on the morrow-morning, he went out to the nine-legged steed. She told him what was to be done.
“Put saddle and bridle on me: go riding on me. There are three miles of sea between the land and the island. I will clear the three miles at a leap. Tie me to the stump of a tree.”
She went forward then, and he had the ring in his hand. The first Owas man that met him, he raised the ring between himself and him, and blinded him. He was killing and slaughtering
