
In the court of the royal dún was found one morning a strange stallion, known to none. He was a well-made beast, and beautiful, but strangely-marked, white with red ears, like the cattle of the sidhe. But he laid back his ears and bared his teeth, if any dared approach him.
Only for young Govan, of all the king's warriors, would he stand still.
So Govan mounted the horse, saying, Take me where you will.
The gates were opened, and they left the dún. To a green hill the strange horse bore him, and as they approached it, the hill opened, and they entered.
Govan found himself in a high and mighty hall, filled with fair people in many-colored clothing, and in the high seat a lordly woman, fairest of them all.
Welcome, son of Gawan, she said, so he dismounted and stood before her.