"He is the poet AEda," said Eisirt.

"Uch," said they, "what a giant thou hast brought us!" "And now, O King," said Eisirt to Iubdan, "I challenge thee to go and see for thyself the region from which we have come, and make trial of the royal porridge which is made for Fergus King of Ulster this very night." At this Iubdan was much dismayed, and he betook himself to Bebo his wife and told her how he was laid under bonds of chivalry by Eisirt to go to the land of the giants; and he bade her prepare to accompany him.

"I will go," said she, "but you did an ill deed when you condemned Eisirt to prison." So they mounted, both of them, on the fairy steed, and in no long time they reached Emania, and it was now past midnight.

And they were greatly afraid, and said Bebo, "Let us search for that porridge and taste it, as we were bound, and make off again ere the folk awake." They made their way into the palace of Fergus, and soon they found a great porridge pot, but the rim was too high to be reached from the ground.

"Get thee up upon thy horse," said Bebo, "and from thence to the rim of this cauldron." And thus he did, but having gained the rim of the pot his arm was too short to reach the silver ladle that was in it.