He rose exceeding bright on the morning of the morrow. He rubbed palm to poll and palm to forehead, to make it be seen that he was the best in beauty and in courage. He struck down to the sea. He struck a plank on this side and a plank on that till he made a ship spacious and capacious. He struck on board the ship, and spent four nights and four days, till he landed in Spain without permission.
The King of Spain was out of doors, and he saw the ship coming in without permission. He sent a messenger down to ask who was the champion.
The messenger came back and said to the king, “There is but one man on board, and handsomest of all men that ever I saw is he.”
“Oh! give him an invitation to the court.”
The messenger went and gave the invitation. Bioultach spent a day and a year at the court.
“Well,” said the king, “you are at my court for a year, and I have never asked who you are.”
“If you asked me I would have told you. Bioultach am I, son of the High King of Erin, who left my father's court and pleasant home, since I thought little of the learning he was giving me; and I think I will stay here no longer.”
“I don't know,” said the king, “where you will go; but I believe there is not a place in the world better than Greece, for there is no champion
