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Updated: June 29, 2025
"I will not." "A little bit only, a small bit about twice the size of my head." "I will not let you," said Mongan. When the king had gone by mac an Da'v groaned a deep and dejected groan. "Oco'n!" said he. "Oco'n-i'o-go-deo'!" said he. The man who had tied his sandal said then: "Are you in pain, honest man?" "I am not in pain," said mac an Da'v.
How sad it is that I should begin to see the sort of things I thought I saw." "Sit in this chair, mother," said Mongan, "and tell me what you thought you saw," and he slipped a spike under her, and mac an Da'v pushed her into the seat, and she died on the spike. Just then there came a knocking at the door.
"I will not," said mac an Da'v, "for I'm your own husband, I'm your own mac, your little mac, your macky-wac-wac." Then the attendant gave a little squeal, and she bit him on each ear and kissed his neck and wept down into his back, and said that it wasn't true and that it was. But they were not alone, although they thought they were. The hag that guarded the jewels was in the room.
And," he roared in a voice of extraordinary savagery, "the man that took away my wife into the bargain, and she not in the bargain." "Hush," said Mongan, for a man who heard his shout stopped to tie a sandie, or to listen. "Master," said mac an Da'v as the troop drew abreast and moved past. "What is it, my good friend?" "Let me throw a little small piece of a rock at the King of Leinster."
The King of Leinster went off then, and Mongan and his servant went with the charioteer and the people. Mongan read away out of the book, for he found it interesting, and he did not want to talk to the charioteer, and mac an Da'v cried amen, amen, every time that Mongan took his breath.
"But," sobbed mac an Da'v, "what right have I to complain? I am only the servant, and although I didn't make any bargain with the King of Leinster or with any king of them all, yet my wife is gone away as if she was the consort of a potentate the same as Duv Laca is." Mongan was sorry then for his servant, and he roused himself. "I am going to send you to Duv Laca."
"What is the bridge for?" said Tibraide' Mongan and mac an Da'v followed them. When they got to the middle of the bridge it broke under them, and they were precipitated into that boiling yellow flood. Mongan snatched at the book as it fell from Tibraide''s hand. "Won't you let them drown, master?" asked mac an Da'v.
"It is my business surely," said mac an Da'v, "for my wife has gone off to Leinster with your wife, and she wouldn't have gone if you hadn't made a bet and a bargain with that accursed king." Mac an Da'v began to weep then. "I didn't make a bargain with any king," said he, "and yet my wife has gone away with one, and it's all because of you."
And when he said that his spirits revived, and he called for mac an Da'v. "You know, my friend," said Mongan, "that I can't get Duv Laca back unless the King of Leinster asks me to take her back, for a bargain is a bargain." "That will happen when pigs fly," said mac an Da'v, "and," said he, "I did not make any bargain with any king that is in the world."
"No," said Mongan, "I'll send them a mile down the stream, and then they can come to land." Mongan then took on himself the form of Tibraide' and he turned mac an Da'v into the shape of the clerk. "My head has gone bald," said the servant in a whisper. "That is part of it," replied Mongan. "So long as we know," said mac an Da'v. They went on then to meet the King of Leinster.
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