said she. "He bids me go down into
a well," said the King's Son. "A well!" said Fedelma, and she became all
dread. "I have to take the Ring of Youth from the bot-tom and bring it
to him," said the King's Son. "Oh," said Fedelma,'"he has set you the
task I dreaded."

Then she said, "You will lose your life if the Ring of Youth is not
taken out of the well. And if you lose yours I shall lose my life too.
There is one way to get down the sides of the well. You must kill me.
Take my bones and make them as steps while you go down the sides. Then,
when you have taken the Ring of Youth out of the water, put my bones
as they were before, and put the Ring above my heart. I shall be alive
again. But you must be careful that you leave every bone as it was."

The King's Son fell into a deeper dread than Fedelma when he heard what
she said. "This can never be," he cried. "It must be," said she, "and by
all your vows and promises I command that you do it. Kill me now and do
as I have bidden you. If it be done I shall live. If it be not done you
will lose your life and I will never regain mine."

He killed her. He took the bones as she had bidden him, and he made
steps down the sides of the well. He searched at the bottom, and he
found the Ring of Youth. He brought the bones together again. Down on
his knees he went, and his heart did not beat nor did his breath come or
go until he had fixed them in their places. Over the heart he placed the
Ring. Life came back to Fedelma.

"You have done well," she said. "One thing only is not in its place--the
joint of my little finger." She held up her hand and he saw that her
little finger was bent.

"I have helped you in everything," said Fedelma, "and in the last task
I could not have helped you if you had not been true to me when Aefa and
Gilveen brought you to them. Now the three tasks are done, and you can
ask my father for one of his daughters in marriage. When you bring him
the Ring of Youth he will ask you to make a choice. I pray that the one
chosen will be myself."

"None other will I have but you, Fedelma, love of my heart," said the
King of Ireland's Son.

VIII

The King of Ireland's Son went into the house before the setting of the
sun. The Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands was seated on his chair of
gold. "Have you brought me the Ring of Youth?" he asked.

"I have brought it," said the King's Son.

"Give it to me then," said the Enchanter.

"I will not," said th