"I shall never return to my own country and to my father's house, so
long as this great and cruel giant is alive!"
When I heard her sad words, and saw her tears falling, I was moved with
pity; and telling her to cease from her grief, I gave her my hand as a
pledge that I would meet the giant, and either slay him or fall myself
in her defence.
While we were yet speaking, we saw the giant coming towards the palace,
large of body, and ugly and hateful in appearance, carrying a load of
deerskins on his back, and holding a great iron club in his hand. He
threw down his load when he saw us, turned a surly look on the princess,
and, without greeting us or showing the least mark of courtesy, he
forthwith challenged me to battle in a loud, rough voice.
It was not my wont to be dismayed by a call to battle, or to be
terrified at the sight of an enemy; and I went forth at once without the
least fear in my heart. But though I had fought many battles in Erin
against wild boars and enchanters and foreign invaders, never before did
I find it so hard to preserve my life. We fought for three days and
three nights without food or drink or sleep; for the giant did not give
me a moment for rest, and neither did I give him. At length, when I
looked at the two princesses weeping in great fear, and when I called to
mind my father's deeds in battle, the fury of my valour arose; and with
a sudden onset I felled the giant to the earth; and instantly, before he
could recover himself, I cut off his head.
When the maidens saw the monster lying on the ground dead, they uttered
three cries of joy; and they came to me, and led me into the palace. For
I was indeed bruised all over, and covered with gory wounds; and a
sudden dizziness of brain and feebleness of body seized me. But the
daughter of the king of the Land of Life applied precious balsam and
healing herbs to my wounds; and in a short time I was healed, and my
cheerfulness of mind returned.
Then I buried the giant in a deep and wide grave; and I raised a great
carn over him, and placed on it a stone with his name graved in Ogam.
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