Out went the Black-Blue Giant and Dyeermud, and fought until Dyeermud brought down the giant and sprained his back. The giant let a roar out of him, and begged there for quarter.
“Your head is mine,” answered Dyeermud.
“It is,” said the giant; “but spare me, and I will give you whatever you ask for.”
“I want lodging for myself and my company.”
“You will get that,” said the giant.
All then went into the giant’s castle; and when they were sitting at dinner, Dyeermud ate nothing.
“Why is this?” asked the giant.
“It is the custom of the Fenians of Erin,” said he, “not to eat at a table where all the members of the house are not present.”
“All my people are here,” said the giant.