"Jump up on my back, Buideach, I have not a moment to lose," said the donkey.
He did so, and on the spot he heard the thunder and saw the lightning. A great cloud came down and enveloped the Black Donkey and its rider. Heavy sleep fell upon the Buideach, and when he awoke he found himself in the little dún at home standing in the presence of the Black Donkey.
"Go home now to your mother. The other Buideach is gone from her side; she is in deep sleep and she won't feel you going in."
"Is there any fear of me from the Tinker?" said he.
"Did not the blessed friar tell you that there is not," said the Black Donkey. "I will protect you. Put your hand in my left ear, and you will get there a purse which will never be empty during your life. Be good to poor people and to widows and to orphans, and you will have a long life and a happy death, and heaven at the end."
The Buideach went home and went to sleep, and the mother never had had a notion that the other Buideach was not her own son.
At the end of a week after this the Buideach said to his mother, "Is not this a fair day in Castlebar?"
"Yes, indeed," said she.