last to the Swineherd's house,--
The Youth without a Sword.

A swallow sang upon his porch
"Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee,"
"The wonder of all wandering,
The wonder of the sea;"
A swallow soon to leave ground sang
"Glu-ee, glu-ee, glu-ee."

"Prince," said the old fellow looking up at him, "if you can play a game
as well as you can sing a song, I'd like if you would sit down beside
me."

"I can play any game," said the King of Ireland's Son. He fastened his
horse to the branch of a tree and sat down on the heap of stones beside
the old man.

"What shall we play for?" said the gray old fellow.

"Whatever you like," said the King of Ireland's Son.

"If I win you must give me anything I ask, and if you win I shall give
you anything you ask. Will you agree to that?"

"If it is agreeable to you it is agreeable to me," said the King of
Ireland's Son.

They played, and the King of Ireland's Son won the game. "Now what do
you desire me to give, King's Son?" said the gray old fellow.

"I shan't ask you for anything," said the King of Ireland's Son, "for I
think you haven't much to give."

"Never mind that," said the gray old fellow. "I mustn't break my
promise, and so you must ask me for something."

"Very well," said the King's Son. "Then there's a field at the back of
my father's Castle and I want to see it filled with cattle to-morrow
morning. Can you do that for me?"

"I can," said the gray old fellow.

"Then I want fifty cows, each one white with a red ear, and a white calf
going beside each cow."

"The cattle shall be as you wish."

"Well, when that's done I shall think the wager has been paid," said the
King of Ireland's son. He mounted his horse, smiling at the foolish
old man who played cards with himself and who thought he could bring
together fifty white kine, each with a red ear, and a white calf by the
side of each cow. He rode away

His hound at his heel,
His hawk on his wrist;
A brave steed to carry him whither he list,
And the green ground under him,

and he thought no more of the gray old fellow.

But in the morning, when he was taking his horse out of the stable,
he heard the grooms talking about a strange happening. Art, the King's
Steward, had gone out and had found the field at the back of the Castle
filled with cattle. There were fifty white red-eared kine there and each
cow had a white calf at her side. The King had ordered Art, his Steward,
to