At the gates of the dun, the King who was a priest met them, and he was a grave man, and beside him stood his daughter, and she was as fair as the morn, and one that smiled and looked down.
"These are my two sons," said the first King.
"And here is my daughter," said the King who was a priest.
"She is a wonderful fine maid," said the first King, "and I like her manner of smiling."
"They are wonderful well-grown lads," said the second, "and I like their gravity."
And then the two Kings looked at each other, and said, "The thing may come about."
And in the meanwhile the two lads looked upon the maid, and the one grew pale and the other red; and the maid looked upon the ground smiling.
"Here is the maid that I shall marry," said the elder. "For I think she smiled upon me."
But the younger plucked his father by the sleeve. "Father," said he, "a word in your ear. If I find favor in your sight, might not I wed this maid, for I think she smiles upon me?"
"A word in yours," said the King his father. "Waiting is good hunting, and when the teeth are shut the tongue is at home."