Bres

Bres Gawd, I believes hes fronted kase he lef outen de copration.

Then they asked was any one among them a good hand with the sword, and they said Bres was the best.

Then Bres said: "If you spare me, the men of Ireland will reap a harvest of corn every quarter."

And she brought out the ring then to Bres, and he put it round his middle finger, and it fitted him well.

And that seemed folly to Bres; he thought the Dagda would have asked more than a heifer of him.