anything else," said the King of Ireland's Son.

"If I show you how to get there will you be content?"

"I shall be content."

"You must never let my father know that I showed you the way. And he must not
know when you come that you are the King of Ireland's Son."

"I will not tell him you showed me the way and I will not let him know who I
am."


Now that she had the swanskin she was able to transform herself. She whistled
and a blue falcon came down and perched on a tree. "That falcon is my own
bird," said she. "Follow where it flies and you will come to my father's
house. And now good-by to you. You will be in danger, but I will try to help
you. Fedelma is my name." She rose up as a swan and flew away.

The blue falcon went flying from bush to bush and from rock to rock. The night
came, but in the morning the blue falcon was seen again. The King's Son
followed, and at last he saw a house before him. He went in, and there, seated
on a chair of gold was the man who seemed so tall when he threw down the cards
upon the heap of stones. The Enchanter did not recognize the King's Son
without his hawk and his hound and the fine clothes he used to wear. He asked
who he was and the King's Son said he was a youth who had just finished an
apprenticeship to a wizard. "And," said he, "I have heard that you have three
fair daughters, and I came to strive to gain one of them for a wife."

"In that case," said the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands, "you will have to