Then they turned the pig, and another quarter was found to be ready.  “It is my turn now,” said the woman.  “I have seven cows,” she said, “and seven sheep.  And the milk of the seven cows would satisfy the whole of the men of the world, if they were in the plain drinking it, and it is enough for all the people of the Land of Promise, and it is from the wool of the seven sheep all the clothes they wear are made.”  And at that story the third quarter of the pig was boiled.

“If these stories are true,” said Cormac to the man of the house, “you are Manannan, and this is Manannan’s wife; for no one on the whole ridge of the world owns these treasures but himself.  It was to the Land of Promise he went to look for that woman, and he got those seven cows with her.”

They said to Cormac that it was his turn now.  So Cormac told them how his wife, and his son, and his daughter, had been brought away from him, and how he himself had followed them till he came to that place.

And with that the whole pig was boiled, and they cut it up, and Cormac’s share was put before him.  “I never used a meal yet,” said he, “having two persons only in my company.”  The man of the house began singing to him then, and put him asleep.  And when he awoke, he saw fifty armed men, and his son, and his wife, and his daughter, along with them.  There was great gladness and courage on him then, and ale and food were given out to them all.  And there was a gold cup put in the hand of the master of the house, and Cormac was wondering at it, for the number of the shapes on it, and for the strangeness of the work.  “There is a stranger thing yet about it,” the man said; “let three lying words be spoken under it, and it will break into three, and then let three true words be spoken under it, and it will be as good as before.”  So he said three lying words under it, and it broke in three pieces.  “It is best to speak truth now under it,” he said, “and to mend it.  And I give my word, Cormac,” he said, “that until to-day neither your wife or your daughter has seen the face of a man since they were brought away from you out of Teamhair, and that your son has never seen the face of a woman.”  And with that the cup was whole again on the moment.  “Bring away your wife and your children with you now,” he said, “and this cup along with them, the way you will have it for judging between truth and untruth.  And I will leave the branch with you for music and delight, but on the day of your death they will be taken from you again.”  “And I myself,” he said, “am Manannan, son of Lir, King of the Land of Promise, and I brought you here by enchantments that you might be with me to-night in friendship.

“And the Riders you saw thatching the house,” he said, “are the men of art and poets, and all that look for a fortune in Ireland, putting together cattle and riches.  For when they go out, all that they leave in their houses goes to nothing, and so they go on for ever.