“Will you let me with you?” said the ragged green man.
“I will let you, and welcome. Let us leave the men here!”
Bioultach and the ragged green man went as far as the hag. When Bioultach went into the house, the cat put seven barrels of ashes out of her skin.
“Oh, may you be worse a year from to-day! you are gathering all that since I went away.”
Thereupon he sat down, and he did not know where the ragged green man was gone. It was not long till there came to him a beautiful woman, as beautiful as ever he saw, and she said,—
“Oh, Bioultach, thy hundred thousand welcomes! Good be with you. A thousand thanks to God that you accomplished the object of your journey.”
“Oh, what good is it to me, when the hag has a request to make of me?”
“Oh, good was the hag herself in the time of your difficulty.”
“Oh, I know it is myself she is asking to marry her,” said Bioultach.
“Oh! are you certain?” said she.
“Well, I would rather put the sword through my heart than marry her, after seeing you or the like of you.”
“Oh! Bioultach, you have your choice. I am
