“You shall be Prince Becan,” said Princess Finola. She hugged him, and the lad blushed as red as the hair on his head.

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Soon enough, Becan was on his way to kinsale again, wearing both boots and astride the gentleman’s fine horse.

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“I’ll marry the one whose foot fits this boot, and none other,” she insisted. “It was he and alone who saved me from the dragon.”

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“You’re welcome, to be sure.” Kicking the donkey, Becan took off down the road as if the dragon still chased him. And the princess was left holding his boot.

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“Wait!” cried Princess Finola. She reached for Becan and caught him by the boot. “I want to thank you!”

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The sea was bubbling, as if coming to a boil, and suddenly a monstrous dragon burst from the water.

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As he trotted down the hillside into town, Becan saw carts crowding the shore and a girl tied to a post at the water’s edge. A band of gold circled her shiny black hair, and Becan knew she was Princess Finola.

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The giant dropped his sword. “Call it off!” he croaked. “Not ever!” vowed Becan. “Not”―his eye fell on the giant’s shiny buckled boots―“until you give me those boots.”

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Alone, Becan continued his journey, walking down a rockey ridge and into a valley. The stones cut his bare feet, and he ws grateful when a gentleman on horseback offered him a ride.

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With Becan holding tight to his horns,the bull trotted up the hill, over a steep mountain, and through a wood of beech trees. In a meadow, many days from home, the bull stopped.

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