“Well, pain and torments to me if I go beyond this without taking you with me!”
“If this man here were awake,” said the Yellow King’s daughter, “he would put a stop to you.” She was trying all this time to rouse Conal.
“It is better for him to be as he is,” said the High King; “if he were awake, it’s harm he’d get from me, and that would vex you.”
When she saw that he would take her surely, she bound him not to make her his wife for a day and a year.
“This is the worst promise that ever I have made,” said the High King, “but I will keep it.”
“If this man here were awake, he would stop you,” said the princess.
The High King of the World thrust the tip of his forefinger under the sword-belt of Conal, and hurled him up five miles in the air. When Conal came down, he let out three waves of blood from his mouth.
“Do you think that is enough?” asked the king of the princess.
“Throw him a second time,” said the Yellow King’s daughter.
He threw him still higher, and Conal put out three greater waves. “Is that enough?”