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Updated: May 6, 2025
There is a quarry-pit at the left-hand side of the house filled with horns and it must be your task to count them." "I will count them," said the King of Ireland's Son. "But you will be finished before me. Do not tell the Old Woman of Beare the Tale until we both sit down together." "If that suits you it will suit me," said Gilly of the Goatskin, and he began to dig again.
The King of Ireland's Son went to the left-hand side of the house. He found the quarry-pit and went into it to count the horns that were there black horns and white horns, straight horns and crooked horns.
He found on the right-hand side of the house a deep quarry-pit. Round the edge of it were horns of all kinds, black horns and white horns, straight horns and crooked horns. And below in the pit he saw a young man digging for horns that were sunk in the ground. He had on a jacket made of the skin of a goat. "Who are you?" said the young man in the quarry-pit. "I am the King of Ireland's Son.
The river ran from east to west; and the moon, being now the harvest moon, was not very high, but large and full, and just gliding over the crest of the hill that overhangs the quarry-pit; so that, if I can put it plainly, the moon was across the river from me, and striking the turbulent water athwart, so that her face, or a glimmer thereof, must have been lying upon the river if any smooth place had been left for it.
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