And Shawneen took the Black Duke and bound him with gads, that no one would be able to loosen but himself, and everyone was striving to loosen the gads, but they could not; and Shawneen was bade come and try his hand at them, but he said he would not till the Royal Family themselves would come asking him. So they came, and the gads loosened of themselves, and Shawneen and the King’s daughter were married; and a great feast was given for three days and three nights, and there was every sort of fiddlers and of pipers at the wedding. And at the end of that time, one morning there came a deer outside the window, with bells on it, and they ringing. And it called out: ‘Here is the hunt; where are the huntsman and the hounds?’ So when Shawneen heard that, he got up and took his horse and his hound and went hunting the deer. When it was in the hollow he was on the hill, and when it was on the hill he was in the hollow; and that went on all through the day, and when night fell it went into a wood. And Shawneen went into the wood after it, and all he could see was a mud-wall cabin, and he went in, and there he saw an old woman, about two hundred years old, and she sitting over the fire. ‘Did you see a deer pass this way?’ says Shawneen. ‘I did not,’ says she. ‘But it’s too late for you to be following a deer; let you stop here the night.’ ‘What will I do with my horse and hound?’ says Shawneen. ‘Here are two ribs of hair,’ says she, ‘and let you tie them up with those ribs.’ So Shawneen went out and tied up the horse and the hound, and when he came in again the old woman said: ‘It was you killed my three grandsons,’ she said, ‘and I’m going to kill you now.’ And she put on a pair of boxing gloves, each one of them nine stone weight, and the nails in them fifteen inches long. Then they began to fight, and Shawneen was getting the worst of it. ‘Help, hound!’ he cried out then. ‘Squeeze, hair!’ called out the old woman, and the rib of hair that was around the hound’s neck squeezed him to death. ‘Help, horse!’ cried Shawneen. ‘Squeeze, hair!’ screeched out the hag, and the rib of hair that was about the horse’s neck began to tighten and to squeeze him to death. Then the old woman made an end of Shawneen, and threw him outside the door. To go back now to Shamus. He was out in the garden one day, and he took a look at the well, and what did he see but that the water at the top was blood, and what was underneath was honey. So he went into the house again, and he said to his mother: ‘I will never eat a second meal at the same table, or sleep a second night in the same bed, till I know what is happening to Shawneen.’