The king looked haunted
As he finally spoke,
'Conall crog buidhe,
The noble and the brave,
How can I know
The story has really taken place?
'Prove to me your remarkable tale
To save your remaining son
For if you've lied and played me false
You'll give up your own life as well!'
Conall crog buidhe, the yellow hand
Turned up his weathered hands
Behold my king, my scarred
And calloused palms
That have led to my namesake
The cauldron's edge did brand me
Forever with its heat
The withered and puckered flesh
Confirmed conall's words
The king's mother stepped
From the shadows and voiced
Recollections of years past
Long ago with the king as a child
The king's mother took him
Gathering for nuts and berries
When an evil wizard abducted her
And brought her to the island
A hungry and violent man
He demanded the woman
Prepare a feast
He desired her to boil her child
To fill his empty belly
So conall the champion
With the yellow hands
Has saved the king's life
And that of his mother
On that island of mist
Good it is that you have come
Through all these hardships
For by twists of fate
They have altered your life
And my own