The blue falcon went flying from bush to bush and from rock to rock. The night came, but in the morning the blue falcon was seen again. The King’s Son followed, and at last he saw a house before him. He went in, and there, seated on a chair of gold was the man who seemed so tall when he threw down the cards upon the heap of stones. The Enchanter did not recognize the King’s Son without his hawk and his hound and the fine clothes he used to wear. He asked who he was and the King’s Son said he was a youth who had just finished an apprenticeship to a wizard. “And,” said he, “I have heard that you have three fair daughters, and I came to strive to gain one of them for a wife.”
“In that case,” said the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands, “you will have to do three tasks for me. If you are able to do them I will give you one of my three daughters in marriage. If you fail to do any one of them you will lose your head. Are you willing to make the trial?”
“I am willing,” said the King of Ireland’s Son.
“Then I shall give you your first task to-morrow. It is unlucky that you came to-day. In this country we eat a meal only once a week, and we have had our meal this morning.”
“It is all the same to me,” said the King’s Son, “I can do without food or drink for a month without any hardship.”
“I suppose you can do without sleep too?” said the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands.
“Easily,” said the King of Ireland’s Son.
“That is good. Come outside now, and I’ll show you your bed.” He took the King’s Son outside and showed him a dry narrow water-tank at the gable end of the house. “There is where you are to sleep” said the Enchanter. “Tuck yourself into it now and be ready for your first task at the rising of the sun.”
The King of Ireland’s Son went into the little tank. He was uncomfortable there you may be sure. But in the middle of the night Fedelma came and brought him into a fine room where he ate and then slept until the sun was about to rise in the morning. She called him and he went outside and laid himself down in the water-tank.
As soon as the sun rose the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands came out of the house and stood beside the water-tank. “Come now,” said he, “and I will show you the first task you have to perform.” He took him to where a herd of goats was grazing. Away from the goats was a fawn with white feet and little bright horns. The fawn saw them, bounded into the air, and raced away to the wood as quickly as any arrow that a man ever shot from a bow.