“By my word, you’ll save me a journey, then,” says the Piper, “for Father William put a journey to Croagh Patric on me because I stole the white gander from him last Martinmas.”
The Púca rushed him across hills and bogs and rough places, till he brought him to the top of Croagh Patric.
Then the Púca struck three blows with his foot, and a great door opened and they passed in together into a fine room.
The Piper saw a golden table in the middle of the room, and hundreds of old women sitting round about it.
The old women rose up, and said, “A hundred thousand welcomes to you, you Púca of November. Who is this you have with you?”
“The best Piper in Ireland,” says the Púca.
One of the old women struck a blow on the ground, and a door opened in the side of the wall, and what should the Piper see coming out but the white gander which he had stolen from Father William.
