Then they carve the pig, and his portion is placed before Cormac. I never eat a meal, says Cormac, without fifty in my company. The warrior sang a burden to him and put him asleep. After this he awoke and saw the fifty warriors, and his son and his wife and his daughter, along with him. Thereupon his spirit was strengthened. Then ale and food were dealt out to them, and they became happy and joyous. A cup of gold was placed in the warrior's hand. Cormac was marvelling at the cup, for the number of the forms upon it and the strangeness of its workmanship. There is somewhat in it still more strange, says the warrior. Let three words of falsehood be spoken under it, and it will break into three: