When O’Conor came back the Captain met him, and told him that he had been a night in his wife’s room, and gave him the two rings.  O’Conor gave him the twenty guineas of the bet.  Then he went up into the castle, and he took his wife up to look out of the window over the wild ocean.  While she was looking he pushed her from behind, and she fell down over the cliff into the sea.

An old woman was on the shore, and she saw her falling.  She went down then to the surf and pulled her out all wet and in great disorder, and she took the wet clothes off her, and put on some old rags belonging to herself.

When O’Conor had pushed his wife from the window he went away into the land.

After a while the lady O’Conor went out searching for him, and when she had gone here and there a long time in the country, she heard that he was reaping in a field with sixty men.

She came to the field and she wanted to go in, but the gate-man would not open the gate for her.  Then the owner came by, and she told him her story.  He brought her in, and her husband was there, reaping, but he never gave any sign of knowing her.  She showed him to the owner, and he made the man come out and go with his wife.

Then the lady O’Conor took him out on the road where there were horses, and they rode away.

When they came to the place where O’Conor had met the little man, he was there on the road before them.

‘Have you my gold on you?’ said the man.

‘I have not,’ said O’Conor.

‘Then you’ll pay me the flesh off your body,’ said the man.  They went into a house, and a knife was brought, and a clean white cloth was put on the table, and O’Conor was put upon the cloth.

Then the little man was going to strike the lancet into him, when says lady O’Conor—­

‘Have you bargained for five pounds of flesh?’

‘For five pounds of flesh,’ said the man.

‘Have you bargained for any drop of his blood?’ said lady O’Conor.

‘For no blood,’ said the man.

‘Cut out the flesh,’ said lady O’Conor, ’but if you spill one drop of his blood I’ll put that through you.’  And she put a pistol to his head.

The little man went away and they saw no more of him.

When they got home to their castle they made a great supper, and they invited the Captain and the old hag, and the old woman that had pulled the lady O’Conor out of the sea.

After they had eaten well the lady O’Conor began, and she said they would all tell their stories.  Then she told how she had been saved from the sea, and how she had found her husband.

Then the old woman told her story; the way she had found the lady O’Conor wet, and in great disorder, and had brought her in and put on her some old rags of her own.

The lady O’Conor asked the Captain for his story; but he said they would get no story from him.  Then she took her pistol out of her pocket, and she put it on the edge of the table, and she said that any one that would not tell his story would get a bullet into him.