r, Slat Beag, the Cailliach of the Rocks, and four
badachs. Now I'm under geasa to meet and to fight the Black Bull of
the Brown Wood. Can you tell me where to find him?"

"I can that," says she, "but it's now night. Come in and eat and
sleep."

So she spread for the Amadan a fine supper, and made a soft bed, and
he ate heartily and slept heartily that night.

In the morning she called him early, and she directed him on his way
to meet the Black Bull of the Brown Wood. "But, my poor Amadan," she
said, "no one has ever yet met that bull and come back alive."

She told him that when he reached the place of meeting, the bull would
come tearing down the hill like a hurricane.

"Here's a cloak," says she, "to throw upon the rock that is standing
there. You hide yourself behind the rock, and when the bull comes
tearing down, he will dash at the cloak, and blind himself with the
crash against the rock. Then you jump on the bull's back and fight for
life. If, after the fight, you are living, come back and see me; and
if you are dead, I'll go and see you."

The Amadan took the cloak, thanked her and set off, and travelled on
and on until he came to the place of meeting.

When the Amadan came there, he saw the Bull of the Brown Wood come
tearing down the hill like a hurricane, and he threw the cloak on the
rock and hid behind it, and with the fury of his dash against the
cloak the bull blinded himself, and the roar of his fury split the
rock.

The Amadan lost no time jumping on his back, and with his sword began
hacking and slashing him; but he was no easy bull to conquer, and a
great fight the Amadan had. They made the hard ground into soft, and
the soft into spring wells; they made the rocks into pebbles, and the
pebbles into gravel, and the gravel fell over the country like
hailstones. All the birds of the air from the lower end of the world
to the upper end of the world, and all the wild beasts and tame from
the four ends of the earth, came flocking to see the fight; at length,
after a long time, the Amadan ran his sword right through the bull's
heart, and the bull fell down dead. But before he died he put the
Amadan under geasa to meet and to fight the White Wether of the Hill
of the Waterfalls.

Then the Amadan rubbed his own wounds with the iocshlainte, and he was
as fresh and hale as when he went into the fight. Then he set out and
travelled back again to the little hut that had no shelter without or
within, o