The cows were standing ready in the place where Covan had left them, and they journeyed on all that day, till, when night fell, they reached the cottage. Joyful indeed was the old man as the cows went into their stables, and he beheld the rich milk that flowed into the pail of the golden-haired maiden with the silver comb. ‘You have done well indeed,’ he said to Covan son of Gorla. ‘And now, what would you have as a reward?’ ‘I want nothing for myself,’ answered Covan the Brown-haired; ‘but I ask you to give me back my brothers and my sister who have been lost to us for three years past. You are wise and know the lore of fairies and of witches; tell me where I can find them, and what I must do to bring them to life again.’ The old man looked grave at the words of Covan. ‘Yes, truly I know where they are,’ answered he, ‘and I say not that they may not be brought to life again. But the perils are great--too great for you to overcome.’ ‘Tell me what they are,’ said Covan again, ‘and I shall know better if I may overcome them.’ ‘Listen, then, and judge. In the mountain yonder there dwells a roe, white of foot, with horns that branch like the antlers of a deer. On the lake that leads to the land of the Sun floats a duck whose body is green and whose neck is of gold. In the pool of Corri- Bui swims a salmon with a skin that shines like silver, and whose gills are red--bring them all to me, and then you shall know where dwell your brothers and your sister!’ ‘To-morrow at cock-crow I will begone!’ answered Covan. The way to the mountain lay straight before him, and when he had climbed high he caught sight of the roe with the white feet and the spotted sides, on the peak in front. Full of hope he set out in pursuit of her, but by the time he had reached that peak she had left it and was to be seen on another. And so it always happened, and Covan’s courage had well-nigh failed him, when the thought of the Dog of Maol-mor darted into his mind. ‘Oh, that he was here!’ he cried. And looking up he saw him. ‘Why did you summon me?’ asked the Dog of Maol-mor. And when Covan had told him of his trouble, and how the roe always led him further and further, the Dog only answered: ‘Fear nothing; I will soon catch her for you.’ And in a short while he laid the roe unhurt at Covan’s feet. ‘What will you wish me to do with her?’ said the Dog. And Covan answered: ‘The old man bade me bring her, and the duck with the golden neck, and the salmon with the silver sides, to his cottage; if I shall catch them, I know not. But carry you the roe to the back of the cottage, and tether her so that she cannot escape.’ ‘It shall be done,’ said the Dog of Maol-mor. Then Covan sped to the lake which led to the land of the Sun, where the duck with the green body and the golden neck was swimming among the water-lilies.