"You are likely to keep it!" said she.
"The third vow is," said she, "that you do not leave me in the company of only one man while you go out." It was agreed between them that she should marry him.
They reached the old tumble-down black house. Grass they cut in the clefts and ledges of the rocks; a bed they made and laid down. O'Cronicert's wakening from sleep was the lowing of cattle and the bleating of sheep and the neighing of mares, while he himself was in a bed of gold on wheels of silver, going from end to end of the Tower of Castle Town.
"I am sure that you are surprised," said she.
"I am indeed," said he.
"You are in your own room," said she.
"In my own room," said he. "I never had such a room."
"I know well that you never had," said she; "but you have it now. So long as you keep me you shall keep the room."
He then rose, and put on his clothes, and went out. He took a look at the house when he went out; and it was a palace, the like of which he had never seen, and the king himself did not possess. He then took a walk round the farm; and he never saw so many cattle, sheep, and horses as were on it. He returned to the house, and said to his wife that the farm was being ruined by other people's cattle and sheep. "It is not," said she: "your own cattle and sheep are on it."
"I never had so many cattle and sheep," said he.