And they were not long thus when they saw the damsel approaching them.
‘Well, my daughter,’ says the king, ‘art thou sorrowful after thy followers, or is it the fear that caused thee to flee like that?’
‘Not so assuredly,’ says the damsel, ‘but a single, young, youthful lad who came to me, and remained near me after my followers fled from me, and fought on my behalf with three sons of Alatrom the Fomorian; and they fell by him; and to prove that, send some one for the rest of the tribute, and let it be brought to thee.’
‘Take triumph and blessing, my daughter,’ says the king: ‘good are the tidings thou hast told me.’ And he sent a servant for the rest of the tribute, and it was brought to him.