Eilin Og came under his head, and he got a short nap of sleep. The Gruagach returned soon in a different form altogether, and he took a kiss from his own wife.
“Oh,” said Eilin Og to her husband, “you are in your sleep, and it is to my grief that you are in it, and not at the right time.”
Micky Mor heard her, and he, between sleeping and waking, gave one leap from his body when he heard Eilin Og’s words, and stopped at the door. It would have been a greater task to break any anvil or block made by blacksmith or wood-worker, than to force the Big Fool from the door.
“Micky Mor,” said the Gruagach, disguised, “let me out.”
“I will not let you out till the Gruagach of Dun an Oir comes home, and then you will pay for the kiss that you took from his wife.”
“I will give you a leg swift and strong as your own was; it is a leg I took from the Knight of the Cross when he was entering his ship.”
“If you give me one of my legs swift and strong as ever, perhaps I may let you go out.”
That moment the Fool got the leg. He jumped up then, and said, “This is my own leg, as strong and as active as ever.
“The other leg now, or your head!” said Micky Mor.