"It is all the same to me," said the King's Son, "I can do without food or drink for a month without any hardship."
"I suppose you can do without sleep too?" said the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands.
"Easily," said the King of Ireland's Son.
"That is good. Come outside now, and I'll show you your bed." He took the King's Son outside and showed him a dry narrow water-tank at the gable end of the house. "There is where you are to sleep" said the Enchanter. "Tuck yourself into it now and be ready for your first task at the rising of the sun."
The King of Ireland's Son went into the little tank. He was uncomfortable there you may be sure. But in the middle of the night Fedelma came and brought him into a fine room where he ate and then slept until the sun was about to rise in the morning
