“Oh, the death-bands on you!” said Bioultach.
“Oh, Bioultach,” said the hag, “on us before this was the beauty of youth, but now the decay of age, as on yourself it will yet be. But I hope you will get the better of the giant.”
Bioultach took the little boat. “Now, Bioultach, the sea is not far from you. Place the boat on the water, and ask of God and the miracles of the leaden boat that in whatever place is the Bocaw More of the Land of Sorracha you may be there at morning.”
Bioultach placed the boat on the water. “I ask of God and the miracles of the leaden boat that in whatever place is the Bocaw More I may be there at morning.”
When the day whitened Bioultach was in front of an island, and the haven took fire around him and the boat began to melt. He saw the ragged green man rising from a stone, and he rubbing his eyes after a while of sleeping.
“Oh, Bioultach, you are badly off now, and I must make a gallon to put out the flame.”
“If I am here till you make a gallon, I shall be destroyed.”
“I shall not be long away.”
It was not long till he came. He threw three palmfuls of water on the flame and put it out.