her again.

So he set out through the lonely valleys, and the first thing he saw was
the greyhound lying dead, and he put her on his shoulder and would not
leave her because of the love he had for her. And after a while he met
with a cowherd, and he asked him did he see a woman going the way. "I
saw a woman early in the morning of yesterday, and she walking hard,"
said the cowherd. "What way was she going?" said Diarmuid. "Down that
path below to the strand, and I saw her no more after that," he said.

So he followed the path she took down to the strand till he could go no
farther, and then he saw a ship, and he leaned on the handle of his
spear and made a light leap on to the ship, and it went on till it came
to land, and then he got out and lay down on the side of a hill and fell
asleep, and when he awoke there was no ship to be seen. "It is a pity
for me to be here," he said, "for I see no way of getting from it
again."

But after a while he saw a boat coming, and a man in the boat rowing it,
and he went down and got into the boat, and brought the greyhound with
him. And the boat went out over the sea, and then down below it; and
Diarmuid, when he went down, found himself on a plain. And he went
walking along it, and it was not long before he met with a drop of
blood. He took it up and put it in a napkin. "It is the greyhound lost
this," he said. And after a while he met with another drop of blood, and
then with a third, and he put them in the napkin. And after that again
he saw a woman, and she gathering rushes as if she had lost her wits.

He went towards her and asked her what news had she. "I cannot tell it
till I gather the rushes," she said. "Be telling it while you are
gathering them," said Diarmuid. "There is great haste on me," she said.
"What is this place where we are?" said Diarmuid. "It is
Land-under-Wave," said she. "And what use have you for the rushes when
they are gathered?" "The daughter of King Under-Wave is come home," she
said, "and she was for seven years under enchantment, and there is
sickness on her now, and all the physicians are gathered together and
none of them can do her any good, and a bed of rushes is what she finds
the wholesomest." "Will you show me where the king's daughter is?" said
Diarmuid. "I will do that," said the woman; "I will put you in the sheaf
of rushes, and I will put the rushes under you and over you, and I will
carry you to her on my back." "That is a thing you ca