“Sleep as much as you want now. He is gone.”
And he went to sleep, and there was heavy sleep on him, and Morraha went in and took hold of the sword that was on the bed at his head. And the sword thought to draw itself out of the hand of Morraha; but it failed. And then it gave a cry, and it wakened Niall, and Niall said it was a rude and rough thing to come into his house like that; and said Morraha to him,—
“Leave your much talking, or I will cut the head off you. Tell me the news of the death of Anshgayliacht.”
“Oh, you can have my head.”
“But your head is no good to me; tell me the story.”
“Oh,” said Niall’s wife, “you must get the story.”
“Oh” [said Morraha], “is the woman your wife?”
“Oh,” said the man, “it is not you who have the story.”
“Oh,” said she, “you will tell it to us.”