"If it is in Ulster I will get it for you," said Mongan mournfully.
"It is in Ulster," baid Branduv.
Mongan did not want to say anything more then, but the King of Leinster was so intent and everybody else was listening and Duv Laca was nudging his arm, so he said:
"What is it that you do want?"
"I want Duv Laca."
"I want her too," said Mongan.
"You made your bargain," said the King of Leinster, "my cows and their calves for your Duv Laca, and the man that makes a bargain keeps a bargain."
"I never before heard," said Mongan, "of a man giving away his own wife."
"Even if you never heard of it before, you must do it now," said Duv Laca, "for honour is longer than life."
Mongan became angry when Duv Laca said that. His face went red as a sunset, and the veins swelled in his neck and his forehead.
"Do you say that?" he cried to Duv Laca.
"I do," said Duv Laca.
"Let the King of Leinster take her," said Mongan.
