When the man and woman of the house were shut of the company they went out to the yard, and they fair wild with delight. Himself told the story of the three dreams and the finding of the gold in under the roots of the lone bush.
“Did you spit on it?” she inquires.
“I did not,” says he.
With that she allowed he was after making a big mistake.
“How would that be?” he asks.
“My father had great knowledge of the like,” says herself. “I often heard him tell of how those treasures do be enchanted, and power is on them for to melt away. But if a man was to spit on fairy gold he’d get keeping it surely.”
“Amn’t I after bringing it this far,” says he, “and the weight of it destroying my shoulders with bruises and pains. Not the least sign of melting was on yon article and it a warrant to bring down the scales at a hundred and more.”
With that they went into the byre, and they seen the three cows were striving to break out of the bails.
“They are in dread of what’s lying there in front,” says herself. “The cattle of the world have good wisdom surely, and they do be looking on more nor the eye of man gets leave to behold.”
“Quit raving about the cows,” says he. “Look at my lovely sack and it bulging full.”