The king went to the druid a second time, and asked, “What can I do to kill Micky Mor?”
“There is a raging wild boar in the woods there beyond that will tear him to pieces,” said the druid. “Tell Micky Mor that one of the servants, when coming from the town, lost a young pig, that the pig is in that wood, and to bring him.”
The king sent for the boy, and said, “One of my men lost a young pig while coming from the town; it is in that wood there beyond. If you’ll go to the wood and bring the pig hither, I’ll pay you well when you come.”
“I will go,” said the boy, “if you will send some one to show me the wood where the pig is.”
The king sent a man, but not the man who went the first time with Micky Mor, for that man said, “I am tired, and haven’t the strength to go.” They went on then, walking toward the wood. This guide grew tired like the first man, for the wood was far distant from the castle of the king. When he was tired, the boy put him under his arm, and the two began to chat away as they journeyed. When near the wood, the man begged and said, “Micky Mor, put me down now: it is a mad boar that is in the wood; and if you are not careful, he will tear you to pieces.”
“God help you!” said Micky; “’tis the innocent man you are to let such a small thing put dread on you.”
“I will leave you,” said the guide: “I cannot help you; you are able to fight the battle yourself.”
Away went the man; and when Micky Mor entered the wood, the wild boar was facing him, and the beast foaming from both sides of the mouth. As the guide had warned him to be on his guard, Micky gave one spring out of his body, and came to the boar with such a kick that his leg went right into the mouth of the beast, and split his jaw back to the breast. The wild boar dropped lifeless, and the boy was going home, leaving the great beast behind him. He stopped then, and said to himself, “If I go back without the boar, the king will not believe that I met him at all.” He turned back, caught the wild boar by the hind legs, and threw him across his shoulders.
The king thought, “As he brought the mad hound the first day, he may bring the wild boar to me this time.” He placed guards on all roads leading to the castle.