"What meanest thou by that ?" said Fergus.

"Because the Queen is making her feet fine in order, O Fergus, that she may attract thee to her lips," said Iubdan.
Another time it chanced that Iubdan overheard one of the King's soldiers complaining of a pair of new brogues that had been served out to him, and grumbling that the soles were too thin.

At this Iubdan laughed again, and being asked why, he said, "I must need laugh to hear yon fellow grumbling about his brogues, for the soles of these brogues, thin as they are, he will never wear out." And this was a true prophecy, for the same night this and another of the King's men had a quarrel, and fought, and killed each the other.
At last the Wee Folk determined to go in search of their king, and seven battalions of them marched upon Emania and encamped upon the lawn over against the King's Dun.

Fergus and his nobles went out to confer with them.

"Give us back our king," said the Wee Folk, "and we shall redeem him with a great ransom." "What ransom, then ?" asked Fergus.