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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Last night," says the Amadan, "I fought a great fight, and killed Slat Mor, Slat Marr, 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."
"I'm sorry for you, my poor Amadan," says she, "for no one ever met before that White Wether and came back alive. But come in and eat and rest, anyhow, for you must be both hungry and sleepy." So she spread him a hearty meal and made him a soft bed, and the Amadan ate and slept heartily; and in the morning she directed him to where he would meet the White Wether of the Hill of the Waterfalls.
The father consented to put him away; but the Amadan refused to go till his father would give him a sword so sharp that it would cut a pack of wool falling on it. After a great deal of time and trouble the father got such a sword and gave it to the Amadan; and when the Amadan had tried it and found it what he wanted, he bade them all good-bye and set off.
All the birds of the air from the lower end of the world to the upper end of of the world, and all the wild beasts and tame from the four ends of the earth, came flocking to see the fight; and one after the other of them the Amadan ran his sword through, until he had every man of them stretched on the ground, dying or dead.
"You're going to die now, and I'll give you your choice to die either by a hard squeeze of wrestling, or a stroke of the sword." "Well," says the Amadan, "if I have to die, I'd sooner die by a stroke of the sword." "All right," says the beggarman, and drew his sword. But the Amadan drew his sword at the same time, and both went at it.
The Amadan struck at him with his sword, and the sword glanced off as it might off steel. Both of them fell to the fight with all their hearts, and such a fight never was before or since. 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.
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.
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; and in the end the Amadan ran Slat Mor through with his sword and laid him down dead. Then he turned to help the three princes, and very soon he laid the other two giants down dead for them also.
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. And at length the fight was putting so hard upon the beggarman, and he was getting so weak, that he whistled, and the mist came around him, and he went up into the sky before the Amadan knew.
In this cave the Silver Cat lived, and once a day she came out to sun herself on the rocks. The Amadan let himself down over the precipice by a rope, and he waited until the cat came out to sun herself.
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