“From Erin,” said he, “and my name is Elin Gow. What country is this, and what castle is that out before us?”
“Have you ever heard talk of the kingdom of Spain?” asked the old man.
“I have, and ’tis to find it that I left home.”
“Well, this is the kingdom of Spain, and that building beyond is the castle of the king.”
“And is it here that Glas Gainach is?”
“It is,” said the old man. “And is it for her that you left Erin?”
“It is then,” said Elin Gow.
“I pity you,” said the old man; “it would be fitter for you to stop at home and mind something else than to come hither for that cow. ’Tis not hundreds but thousands of men that have lost their heads for her, and I am in dread that you’ll meet the same luck.”
“Well, I will try my fortune,” said Elin Gow. “’Tis through dreams that I came.”