“Very thankful am I,” said Art, “and glad to stay with you. It is weak and tired I am.”
When he went in, the old man stripped him, put him first into a caldron of venom, and then into a caldron of cure, and he was as well as ever.
“Would go against the gruagach to-morrow?” asked the old man.
“I would if I knew where to find him.”
“You will find him where he was to-day; but he will be twice as strong to-morrow, since you vexed him to-day.”
After breakfast Art went to the castle, and found the gruagach asleep, as the first time, struck him with the flat of his sword, but so hard that he saw stars.
“Art, son of the King of Leinster, you are not satisfied yet; but you will suffer.”
“I am not satisfied,” said Art. “I’ll have your head or you will have mine.”
“Go home to your father and mother; don’t trouble me: that is my advice.”