"I agree, if you agree," said the King of Ireland's son. He sat under the bush beside him and they played again. The King of Ireland's Son won.
"What would you like me to do for you this time?" said the gray old fellow.
Now the King's Son had a step-mother, and she was often cross-tempered, and that very morning he and she had vexed each other. So he said, "Let a brown bear, holding a burning coal in his mouth, put Caintigern the Queen from her chair in the supper-room to-night."
"It shall be done," said the gray old fellow.
Then the King of Ireland's Son mounted his horse and rode away
His hound at his heel, His hawk on his wrist; A brave steed to carry him whither he list, And the green ground under him,
and he went back to the Castle. That night a brown bear, holding a burning coa
