Paddy O'Kelly and his wife lived for years after this in the large house, and when he died he left great wealth behind him, and a large family to spend it. There now is the story for you, from the first word to the last, as I heard it from my grandmother. The Black Horse [Illustration: O] Once there was a king and he had three sons, and when the king died, they did not give a shade of anything to the youngest son, but an old white limping garron. "If I get but this," quoth he, "it seems that I had best go with this same." He was going with it right before him, sometimes walking, sometimes riding. When he had been riding a good while he thought that the garron would need a while of eating, so he came down to earth, and what should he see coming out of the heart of the western airt towards him but a rider riding high, well, and right well. "All hail, my lad," said he. "Hail, king's son," said the other. "What's your news?" said the king's son. "I have got that," said the lad who came. "I am after breaking my heart riding this ass of a horse; but will you give me the limping white garron for him?" "No," said the prince; "it would be a bad business for me." "You need not fear," said the man that came, "there is no saying but that you might make better use of him than I. He has one value, there is no single place that you can think of in the four parts of the wheel of the world that the black horse will not take you there." So the king's son got the black horse, and he gave the limping white garron. Where should he think of being when he mounted but in the Realm Underwaves. He went, and before sunrise on the morrow he was there. What should he find when he got there but the son of the King Underwaves holding a Court, and the people of the realm gathered to see if there was any one who would undertake to go to seek the daughter of the King of the Greeks to be the prince's wife. No one came forward, when who should come up but the rider of the black horse. "You, rider of the black horse," said the prince, "I lay you under crosses and under spells to have the daughter of the King of the Greeks here before the sun rises to-morrow." He went out and he reached the black horse and leaned his elbow on his mane, and he heaved a sigh. "Sigh of a king's son under spells!" said the horse; "but have no care; we shall do the thing that was set before you." And so off they went. "Now," said the horse, "when we get near the great town of the Greeks, you will notice that the four feet of a horse never went to the town before. The king's daughter will see me from the top of the castle looking out of a window, and she will not be content without a turn of a ride upon me. Say that she may have that, but the horse will suffer no man but you to ride before a woman on him."