“Well, mother,” said he when he went home, “I have all killed before me, but I cannot find my own wife.”
The mother went with him to search for the wife, and they found her in a box. When they opened the box, she screamed wildly.
“Sure, you know well that I did not marry you to kill you; have no fear.”
She was glad to have her life. Micky Mor then moved into the castle, and had his father’s kingdom and property back again. After awhile he went to walk one day with his wife, Eilin Og. While he was walking for himself, the sky grew so dark that it seemed like night, and he knew not where to go; but he went on till he came at last to a roomy dark glen. When he was inside in the glen, the greatest drowsiness that ever came over a man came over him.
“Eilin Og,” said he, “come quickly under my head, for sleep is coming on me.”
“It is not sleep that is troubling you, but something in this great gloomy glen, where you were never before in your life.”
“Oh, Eilin Og, come quickly under my head.”
She came under his head, and he got a short nap of sleep. When he woke, hunger and thirst came on him greater than ever came upon any man ever born. Then a vessel came to him filled with food, and one with drink.
“Taste not the drink, take not a bite of the food, in this dark glen, till you know what kind of a place is it.”