Away went the king to the henwife, and told how the seats had been broken. “What am I to do now?” asked he.
“Say that to get your daughter they must eat what food is in your castle at one meal.”
Next day Dyeermud went to the castle, and asked, “Am I to have your daughter now?”
“You are not,” said the king, “unless your company will eat what food is in my castle at one meal.”
“Very well,” said Dyeermud; “have the meal ready.”
The king gave command to bring out the hundred and fifty tons of provisions in the castle all prepared and ready for eating.
Dyeermud came with his men, and Sod-eater began; and it was as much as all the king’s servants could do to bring food as fast as he ate it, and he never stopped till there wasn’t a pound of the hundred and fifty tons left.
“Is this all you have to give me?” asked Sod-eater. “I could eat three times as much.”
“Oh, we have no more,” said the servants.
“Where is our dinner?” asked Dyeermud.