his hands and smiled into his face.

"You are welcome here," said she.

"Who are you?" he asked. "I am Gilveen," said she, "the second and the most
loving of the three daughters of the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands." She
stroked his face and his hands when she spoke to him.

"And why did you send for me?"

"Because I know what great trouble you are in. My father is preparing a task
for you, and it will he a terrible one. You will never be able to carry it
out."

"And what should you advise me to do, King's daughter?"

"Let me help you. In this tower," said she, "there are the wisest books in the
world. We'll surely find in one of them a way for you to get from this
country. And then I'll go back with you to your own land."

"Why would you do that?" asked the King of Ire-land's Son.

"Because I wish to be your wife," Gilveen said.

"But," said he, "if I live at all Fedelma is the one I'll marry."

When he said that Gilveen drew her lips together and her chin became like a
horn. Then she whistled through her teeth, and instantly everything in the
room began to attack the King's Son. The looking glass on the wall flung
itself at him and hit him on the back of the head. The leg of the table gave