“If you give me the Comb of Magnificence, Mogue, I shall serve you for six years—three years more than I said yesterday. I shall serve you well, even though I am the son of a King and can find out who my father and mother are.”
“I won’t give you the Comb of Magnificence.”
“I’ll serve you seven years if you do, Mogue.”
Mogue drank and drank out of the ale-pot, frowning to himself. He put the ale-pot away and said, “I suppose your life won’t be any good to you unless I give you the Comb of Magnificence?”
“That is so, Mogue.”
Mogue sighed heavily, but he went to his pack and took out the box that the treasures were in. He let Flann take out the Comb of Magnificence.
“Seven years you will have to serve me,” said Mogue, “and you will have to begin your service now.”
“I will begin it now,” said Flann, but he stole out of the tent, put on his red cloak and went to the King’s orchard.
VII
“Oh, Flann, my treasure-bringer,” said Flame-of-Wine, when she came to him. “I have brought you the Comb of Magnificence,” said he. Her hands went out and her eyes became large and shining. He put the Comb of Magnificence into her hands.