e great and terrible, this one was far greater and far more
terrible than all the others put together, and the poor Amadan sorely
feared that before night fell he would be a dead man.

The red woman was watching at the well in her garden, and she was
sorely distressed, for though at one time the honey was uppermost, at
another time it was all blood, and again the blood and the honey would
be mixed; so she felt bad for the poor Amadan.

At length the blood and the honey got mixed again, and it remained
that way until night; so she cried, for she believed the Amadan
himself was dead, as well as the Silver Cat.

And so he was. For when the fight had gone on for long and long, the
cat, with a great long nail which she had in the end of her tail, tore
him open from his mouth to his toes; and as she tore the Amadan open
and he was about to fall, she opened her mouth so wide that the Amadan
saw down to the very bottom of her stomach, and there he saw the black
speck that the red woman had told him of. And just before he dropped
he drove his sword through this spot, and the Silver Cat, too, fell
over dead.

It was not long now till the red woman arrived at the place and found
both the Amadan and the cat lying side by side, dead. At this the poor
woman was frantic with sorrow, but suddenly she saw by the Amadan's
side the bottle of iocshlainte and the feather. She took them up and
rubbed the Amadan with the iocshlainte, and he jumped to his feet,
alive and well, and fresh as when he began the fight.

He smothered her with kisses and drowned her with tears. He took the
red woman with him, and set out on his journey back, and travelled and
travelled on and on till he came to the Castle of Fire.

Here he met the three young princes, who were now living happily with
no giants to molest them. They had one sister, the most beautiful
young maiden that the Amadan had ever beheld. They gave her to the
Amadan in marriage, and gave her half of all they owned for fortune.

The marriage lasted nine days and nine nights. There were nine hundred
fiddlers, nine hundred fluters, and nine hundred pipers, and the last
day and night of the wedding were better than the first.

_The Rakshas's Palace_

Once upon a time there lived a Rajah who was left a widower with two
little daughters. Not very long after his first wife died he married
again, and his second wife did not care for her stepchildren, and was
often unkind to them; and t