"Fire to boil the bull."
"Go to the wood and get firewood for yourself, or do without it. You'll get no firewood from me," said the king of the Flood.
Gilla went out, got plenty of wood and boiled the whole bull.
"We are well off now," said he to Fin; "we have plenty to eat."
Next morning Gilla na Grakin went to the castle and knocked.
"Who is that?" asked the king, without opening the door.
"I want no chat nor questions from you," said Gilla, "but get me a breakfast." "I have no breakfast now," said the king; "but wait a minute and you'll get a hot breakfast from me."
That moment the signal was sounded for the armies of the king of the Flood to take Gilla na Grakin and his master.
When the armies stood ready Gilla began and went through them as a hawk through sparrows. He made one heap of their heads and another of their weapons,—didn't leave a man living. Then he went into the castle and taking the king of the Flood in one hand and the queen in the other, he killed each of them against the other.
Now all was quiet at the castle. Gilla na Grakin struck the tent and went to the ship with Fin MacCumhail, who had the cup that was never dry.