The King of Ireland’s Son went outside. 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. And who may you be?” “Who I am I don’t know,” said the young man in the goatskin, “but they call me Gilly of the Goatskin. What have you come here for?” “To get knowledge of the Unique Tale.” “And it was to tell the same Unique Tale that I came here myself. Why do you want to know the Unique Tale?” “That would make a long story. Why do you want to tell it?” “That would make a longer story. 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. And now, while the King of Ireland’s Son is in the quarry-pit, I will tell you the adventures of Gilly--the Lad or the Servant--of the Goatskin, which adventures are written in “The Craneskin Book.” VI He never stirred out of the cradle till he was past twelve years of age, but lay there night and day, long days and short days; the only garment he ever put on was a goatskin; a hunter had once put it down on the floor beside his cradle and he reached out with his two hands, drew it in and put the goatskin on him. He got his name and his coat at the same time, for he was called ever afterwards “Gilly of the Goatskin.” But although he never stirred out of the cradle, Gilly of the Goatskin had ways of diverting himself. He used to shoot arrows with a bow out of the door of the house and hit a mark on a tree that was opposite him. _And where did he get the bow and arrows?_ The bow fell down from the roof of the house and into the cradle. And as for arrows he used to make them out of the wands that the Hags brought in to make baskets with. But the Hags never saw him using the bow and sending off the arrows. All day they would be going along the streams gathering the willow wands for the baskets they made.