In a short time the prince won the game, and the giant set up a howl of rage. Turning towards the forest he whistled loudly three times, and five hundred bullocks with gold horns and silver hoofs came forth.
"They are yours," said the giant. "Follow them to your palace gate and come again to-morrow."
The prince, filled with the delight of triumph, followed the cattle to the palace gate where the king's herder took charge of them. Then he hastened to his father and mother and bade them go to see the costly wager he had won from the Giant of Loch Lein.
The king and queen and all the court were delighted with the cattle, whose gold horns and silver hoofs shone in the sunlight.
On the third morning the Prince of Erin again put on his hunting clothes and started to the forest; but Glic, the fortune teller, again stopped him.
"No good can come from this gaming, for the giant will beat you at last, and you will never return to us again," said Glic.
"I am not afraid," laughed the prince, "for if he take me prisoner, I will have his head."
So he set forth again, singing a merry tune. Hardly had he seated himself upon the hillside when he heard the giant's whistle. The prince was not at all frightened, although the giant scowled with anger because he had been obliged to give up his herd of cattle.
"What will you wager to-day?" roared the giant.
"I will wager my head against yours," said the prince boldly.