Then he went on to where there was another dun, very large and royal, and another wall of bronze around it, and four houses within it.  And he went in and saw a great king’s house, having beams of bronze and walls of silver, and its thatch of the wings of white birds.  And then he saw on the green a shining well, and five streams flowing from it, and the armies drinking water in turn, and the nine lasting purple hazels of Buan growing over it.  And they were dropping their nuts into the water, and the five salmon would catch them and send their husks floating down the streams.  And the sound of the flowing of those streams is sweeter than any music that men sing.

Then he went into the palace, and he found there waiting for him a man and a woman, very tall, and having clothes of many colours.  The man was beautiful as to shape, and his face wonderful to look at; and as to the young woman that was with him, she was the loveliest of all the women of the world, and she having yellow hair and a golden helmet.  And there was a bath there, and heated stones going in and out of the water of themselves, and Cormac bathed himself in it.

“Rise up, man of the house,” the woman said after that, “for this is a comely traveller is come to us; and if you have one kind of food or meat better than another, let it be brought in.”  The man rose up then and he said:  “I have but seven pigs, but I could feed the whole world with them, for the pig that is killed and eaten to-day, you will find it alive again to-morrow.”

Another man came into the house then, having an axe in his right hand, and a log in his left hand, and a pig behind him.

“It is time to make ready,” said the man of the house, “for we have a high guest with us to-day.”

Then the man struck the pig and killed it, and he cut the logs and made a fire and put the pig on it in a cauldron.  “It is time for you to turn it,” said the master of the house after a while.  “There would be no use doing that,” said the man, “for never and never will the pig be boiled until a truth is told for every quarter of it.”  “Then let you tell yours first,” said the master of the house.  “One day,” said the man, “I found another man’s cows in my land, and I brought them with me into a cattle pound.  The owner of the cows followed me, and he said he would give me a reward to let the cows go free.  So I gave them back to him, and he gave me an axe, and when a pig is to be killed, it is with the axe it is killed, and the log is cut with it, and there is enough wood to boil the pig, and enough for the palace besides.  And that is not all, for the log is found whole again in the morning.  And from that time till now, that is the way they are.”

“It is true indeed that story is,” said the man of the house.

They turned the pig in the cauldron then, and but one quarter of it was found to be cooked.  “Let us tell another true story,” they said.  “I will tell one,” said the master of the house.  “Ploughing time had come, and when we had a mind to plough that field outside, it is the way we found it, ploughed, and harrowed, and sowed with wheat.  When we had a mind to reap it, the wheat was found in the haggard, all in one thatched rick.  We have been using it from that day to this, and it is no bigger and no less.”