gone out and had found the field at the back of the Castle filled with cattle.
There were fifty white red-eared kine there and each cow had a white calf at
her side. The King had ordered Art, his Steward, to drive them away. The King
of Ireland's Son watched Art and his men trying to do it. But no sooner were
the strange cattle put out at one side of the field than they came back on the
other. Then down came Maravaun, the King's Councillor. He declared they were
enchanted cattle, and that no one on Ireland's ground could put them away. So
in the seven-acre field the cattle stayed.

When the King of Ireland's Son saw what his companion of yesterday could do he
rode straight to the glen to try if he could have another game with him. There
at the turn of the road, on a heap of stones, the gray old fellow was sitting
playing a game of cards, the right hand against the left. The King of
Ireland's Son fastened his horse to the branch of a tree and dismounted.

"Did you find yesterday's wager settled?" said the gray old fellow.

"I did," said the King of Ireland's Son.

"Then shall we have another game of cards on the same understanding?" said the
gray old fellow.

"I agree, if you agree," said the King of Ireland's son. He sat under the bush
beside him and they played again. The King of Ireland's Son won.

"What would you like me to do for you this time?" said the gray old fellow.

Now the King's Son had a step-mother, and she was often cross-tempered, and
that very morning he and she had vexed each other. So he said, "Let a brown
bear, holding a burning coal in his mouth, put Caintigern the Queen from her