" For,
it seems the king had promised his daughter
and a great lot of money to any one who
should be able to build up his court. The
trouble was, that three giants lived in the
wood near the court, and every night they
came out of the wood and threw down
all that was built by day. So nobody could
get the court built.
"Would you make me a hole," said
the old white garraun, "where I could go
a-hiding whenever the people are for bringing
me to the mill or the kiln, so that they
won't see me; for they have me perished
doing work for them."
"I'll do that, indeed," said the tailor,
"and welcome."
He brought his spade and shovel, and
he made a hole, and he said to the old white
horse to go down into it till he would see
if it would fit him. The white horse went
down into the hole, but when he tried to
come up again, he was not able.
"Make a place for me now," said the
white horse, "by which I'll come up out
of the hole here, whenever I'll be hungry."
"I will not," said the tailor; "remain
where you are until I come back, and I'll
lift you up."
The tailor went forward next day, and
the fox met him.
"God save you," said the fox.
"God save you," said the tailor.
"Where are you going," said the fox.
"I'm going to Dublin, to try will I be
able to make a court for the king."
"Would you make a place for me where
I'd go hiding?" said the fox.
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