“Yes,” said the king. “You are victor in the contests; let the princess declare if you have fulfilled the last condition.”
The princess took the robe from Fergus, closed her fingers over it, so that no vestige of it was seen.
“Yes, O king!” said she, “he has fulfilled the last condition; but before ever he had fulfilled a single one of them, my heart went out to the comely champion of the Feni. I was willing then, I am ready now, to become the bride of the huntsman’s son.”