He went and found him asleep. He took the Shining Sword with him, and its owner followed him to his father's house. ‘Now you have the Shining Sword, but it is impossible for you to get the knowledge of the cause of the story about women until my wife comes to the fore and until I am tied as fast and tight as are the flaming hounds, until my small toe makes whispers to my ear, and until the drop which is in the top of my head is forced through my great toe; until the dropping of a king's candle1 is brought on me, so that it goes from the marrow to the smintan and from the smintan to the smantan.’