“If I met that man,” replied Ur, “I would make four parts of him between four horses.”
“You are my son,” said the king. “What would you do if you met him?” asked he then, as he turned to the second son.
“If I had a grip on that man I would burn him between four fires.”
“You, too, are my son. What would you do?” asked the king of Lawn Dyarrig.
“If I met that man I would do my best against him, and he might not stand long before me.”
“You are not my son. I would not lose lands or property on you,” said the father. “You must go from me, and leave this to-morrow.”
On the following morning the three brothers rose with the dawn; the order was given Lawn Dyarrig to leave the castle, and make his own way for himself. The other two brothers were going to travel the world to know could they find the man who had injured their father. Lawn Dyarrig lingered outside till he saw the two, and they going off by themselves.
“It is a strange thing,” said he, “for two men of high degree to go travelling without a servant.”
“We need no one,” said Ur.