Once upon a time, accordingly, the foster father of the maiden was skinning a weaned (?) calf on snow outside in the winter to cook it for her. She saw a raven drinking the blood on the snow. Then she said to Leborcham: ‘Beloved would be the one man on whom might be yonder three colors
‘Dignity and fortune to you!’ said Leborcham. ‘He is not far from you. He is inside near to you, even Noisiu son of Uisliu.’ ‘I shall, indeed, not be well,’ she said, ‘until I see him.’