The guards saw Micky coming with the boar on his back. Thinking the boar alive, they ran hither and over, closed every door, window, hole, or place that a mouse might pass through, for fear the wild boar would tear them to pieces.
The youth went up to the castle, and struck the door; the king put his head out the window, and asked, “Can it be that you have the wild boar?”
“I have him; but if I have, he is dead.”
“As he is dead, you might take him home to your mother; and, believe me, he will keep you in meat for a long while.”
The king went to the druid again.
“I have no advice for you this time,” said the druid, “but one: he is of as good blood as yourself; and the best thing you can do is to give him your daughter to marry.”
This daughter was the king’s only child, and her name was Eilin Og. The king sent for the youth then, and said, “I will give you my daughter to marry.”
“It is well,” said Micky Mor; “if you give her in friendship, I will take her.”
Micky Mor made himself ready; they gave him fine clothes, and he seemed fit to marry any king’s daughter. After the marriage he was a full week without going to see his own mother.
When he went to her at the end of the week, she cried out, “What is keeping you away from me a whole week?”