‘I know not whether or no I shall bring it, but I will try.’
He went; he found the sow; he was going to shoot her with his gun. She cried, ‘Don’t, don’t shoot me. What do you want?’
‘Give me milk.’
‘Have you a pail? come and milk.’
He brought it to his mother. She pretended to drink, but poured it forth. He went again into the forest.
She admitted the dragon to her. ‘In vain, for the sow has not devoured him.’
‘Then send him to the Mountains of Blood, that butt at one another like rams, to bring thee water, the water of life and the water of healing. If he does not die there, he never will.’
‘I have seen a dream, that you bring me water from the Mountains of Blood, which butt at one another like rams, for then there will be nothing the matter with me.’
He went to the Moon.
‘Whither away, brother?’