But when the young woman turned round he saw she was not Fedelma. She was little, and she had a face that was brown and tight like a nut. She made herself very friendly to the King of Ireland’s Son and went to him and took his hands and smiled into his face. “You are welcome here,” said she. “Who are you?” he asked. “I am Gilveen,” said she, “the second and the most loving of the three daughters of the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands.” She stroked his face and his hands when she spoke to him. “And why did you send for me?” “Because I know what great trouble you are in. My father is preparing a task for you, and it will be a terrible one. You will never be able to carry it out.” “And what should you advise me to do, King’s daughter?” “Let me help you. In this tower,” said she, “there are the wisest books in the world. We’ll surely find in one of them a way for you to get from this country. And then I’ll go back with you to your own land.” “Why would you do that?” asked the King of Ire-land’s Son. “Because I wish to be your wife,” Gilveen said. “But,” said he, “if I live at all Fedelma is the one I’ll marry.” When he said that Gilveen drew her lips together and her chin became like a horn. Then she whistled through her teeth, and instantly everything in the room began to attack the King’s Son. The looking glass on the wall flung itself at him and hit him on the back of the head. The leg of the table gave him a terrible blow at the back of the knees. He saw the two candles hopping across the floor to burn his legs. He ran out of the room, and when he got to the door it swung around and gave him a blow that flung him away from the tower. The crane that was waiting on the tower flew down, its neck and beak outstretched, and gave him a blow on the back. So the King of Ireland’s Son went back over the marshes and across the little streams, and he was glad when he saw the gable-end of the house again. Je went into the tank. He knew that he had not long to wait before the sun would rise and the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands would come to him and give him the third and the most difficult of the three tasks. And he thought that Fedelma was surely shut away from him and that she would not be able to help him that day. VII At the rising of the sun the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands came to where the King of Ireland’s Son was huddled and said, “I am now going to set you the third and last task. Rise up now and come with me.” The King’s Son came out of the water-tank and fol-lowed the Enchanter. They went to where there was a well. The King’s Son looked down and he could not see the bottom, so deep the well was. “At the bottom,” said the Enchanter “is the Ring of Youth. You must get it and bring it to me, or else you must lose your head at the setting of that sun.” That was all he said. He turned then and went away.