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And he put a great desire and longing on them to go back to Ireland; so
they forgot that a part of the fine was wanting to them, and they turned
back again toward home.
And it is the place where Lugh was at the time, at a gathering of the
people for a fair on the green outside Teamhair, and the King of Ireland
along with him. And it was made known to Lugh that the sons of Tuireann
were landed at Brugh na Boinn. And he went into the city of Teamhair,
and shut the gate after him, and he put on Manannan's smooth armour, and
the cloak, of the daughters of Flidais, and he took his own arms in his
hand.
And the sons of Tuireann came where the king was, and they were made
welcome by him and by the Tuatha de Danaan. And the king asked them did
they get the fine. "We did get it," said they; "and where is Lugh till
we give it to him?" "He was here a while ago," said the king. And the
whole fair was searched for him, but he was not found.
"I know the place where he is," said Brian; "for it has been made known
to him that we are come to Ireland, and these deadly arms with us, and
he is gone into Teamhair to avoid us."
Messengers were sent to him then, and it is the answer he gave them that
he would not come, but that the fine should be given to the king.
So the sons of Tuireann did that, and when the king had taken the fine
they all went to the palace in Teamhair; and Lugh came out on the lawn
and the fine was given to him, and it is what he said: "There is a good
payment here for any one that ever was killed or that ever will be
killed. But there is something wanting to it yet that it is not lawful
to leave out. And where is the cooking-spit?" he said; "and where are
the three shouts on the hill that you did not give yet?"
And when the sons of Tuireann heard that there came clouds of weakness
on them. And they left the place and went to their father's house that
night, and they told him all they had done, and the way Lugh had treated
them.
There was grief and darkness on Tuireann then, and they spent the night
together. And on the morrow they went to their ship, and Ethne, their
sister, with them, and she was crying and lamenting, and it is what she
said:
"It is a pity, Brian of my life, it is not to Teamhair your going is,
after all the troubles you have had before this, even if I could not
follow you.
"O Salmon of the dumb Boinn, O Salmon of the Life River, since I cannot
keep you here I am loath to part from you.
"O Rider of the Wave of Tuaidh, the man that stands best in the fight,
if you come back again, I think it will not be pleasing to your enemy.
"Is there pity with you for the sons of Tuireann leaning now on their
green shields? Their going is a cause for pity, my mind is filled up
with it.
"You to be to-night at Beinn Edair till the heavy coming of the morning,
you who have taken forfeits from brave men, it is you have increased our
grief.
"It is a pity your journey is from Teamhair, and from the pleasant
plains, and from great Uisnech of Midhe; there is nothing so pitiful as
this."
After that complaint they went out on the rough waves of the green sea;
and they were a quarter of a year on the sea without getting any news of
the island.
Then Brian put on his water dress and he made a leap, and he was a long
time walking in the sea looking for the Island of the Fair-Haired Women,
and he found it in the end. And he went looking for the court, and when
he came to it, all he found was a troop of women doing needlework and
embroidering borders. And among all the other things they had with them,
there was the cooking-spit.
And when Brian saw it, he took it up in his hand and he was going to
bring it with him to the door. And all the women began laughing when
they saw him doing that, and it is what they said: "It is a brave deed
you put your hand to; for even if your brothers were along with you, the
least of the three times fifty women of us would not let the spit go
with you or with them. But for all that," they said, "take a spit of the
spits with you, since you had the daring to try and take it in spite of
us."
Brian bade them farewell then, and went to look for the boat. And his
brothers thought it was too long he was away from them, and just as they
were going to leave the place they were, they saw him coming towards
them, and that raised their courage greatly.
And he went into the boat, and they went on to look for the Hill of
Miochaoin. And when they came there, Miochaoin, that was the guardian of
the hill, came towards them; and when Brian saw him he attacked him, and
the fight of those two champions was like the fight of two lions, till
Miochaoin fell at the last.
And after Miochaoin had fallen, his three sons came out to fight with
the three sons of Tuireann. And if any one ever came from the east of
the world to look at any fight, it is to see the fight of these
champions he had a right to come, for the greatness of their blows and
the courage of their minds. The names of the sons of Miochaoin were Core
and Conn and Aedh, and they drove their three spears through the bodies
of the sons of Tuireann, and that did not discourage them at all and
they put their own three spears through the bodies of the sons of
Miochaoin, so that they fell into the clouds and the faintness of death.
And then Brian said: "What way are you now, my dear brothers?" "We are
near our death," said they. "Let us rise up," he said, "and give three
shouts upon the hill, for I see the signs of death coming on us." "We
are not able to do that," said they. Then Brian rose up and raised each
of them with one hand, and he shedding blood heavily all the time,
until they gave the three shouts.
After that Brian brought them with him to the boat, and they were
travelling the sea for a long time, but at last Brian said: "I see Beinn
Edair and our father's dun, and Teamhair of the Kings." "We would have
our fill of health if we could see that," said the others; "and for the
love of your good name, brother," they said, "raise up our heads on your
breast till we see Ireland again, and life or death will be the same to
us after that. And O Brian," they said, "Flame of Valour without
treachery, we would sooner death to bring ourselves away, than to see
you with wounds upon your body, and with no physician to heal you."
Then they came to Beinn Edair, and from that they went on to their
father's house, and Brian said to Tuireann: "Go, dear father, to
Teamhair, and give this spit to Lugh, and bring the skin that has
healing in it for our relief. Ask it from him for the sake of
friendship," he said, "for we are of the one blood, and let him not give
hardness for hardness. And O dear father," he said, "do not be long on
your journey, or you will not find us alive before you."
Then Tuireann went to Teamhair, and he found Lugh of the Long Hand
before him, and he gave him the spit, and he asked the skin of him to
heal his children, and Lugh said he would not give it And Tuireann came
back to them and told them he had not got the skin. And Brian said:
"Bring me with you to Lugh, to see would I get it from him."
So they went to Lugh, and Brian asked the skin of him. And Lugh said he
would not give it, and that if they would give him the breadth of the
earth in gold for it, he would not take it from them, unless he was sure
their death would come on them in satisfaction for the deed they had
done.
When Brian heard that, he went to the place his two brothers were, and
he lay down between them, and his life went out from him, and out from
the other two at the same time.
And their father cried and lamented over his three beautiful sons, that
had the making of a king of Ireland in each of them, and his strength
left him and he died; and they were buried in the one grave.
CHAPTER III. (THE GREAT BATTLE OF MAGH TUIREADH)
And it was not long after Lugh had got the fine from the sons of
Tuireann that the Fomor came and landed at Scetne.
The whole host of the Fomor were come this time, and their king, Balor,
of the Strong Blows and of the Evil Eye, along with them; and Bres, and
Indech, son of De Domnann, a king of the Fomor, and Elathan, son of
Lobos, and Goll and Ingol, and Octriallach, son of Indech, and Elathan,
son of Delbaeth.
Then Lugh sent the Dagda to spy out the Fomor, and to delay them till
such time as the men of Ireland would come to the battle.
So the Dagda went to their camp, and he asked them for a delay, and they
said he might have that. And then to make sport of him, the Fomor made
broth for him, for he had a great love for broth. So they filled the
king's cauldron with four times twenty gallons of new milk, and the same
of meal and fat, and they put in goats and sheep and pigs along with
that, and boiled all together, and then they poured it all out into a
great hole in the ground. And they called him to it then, and told him
he should eat his fill, the way the Fomor would not be reproached for
want of hospitality the way Bres was. "We will make an end of you if
you leave any part of it after you," said Indech, son of De Domnann.
So the Dagda took the ladle, and it big enough for a man and a woman to
lie in the bowl of it, and he took out bits with it, the half of a
salted pig, and a quarter of lard a bit would be. "If the broth tastes
as well as the bits taste, this is good food," he said. And he went on
putting the full of the ladle into his mouth till the hole was empty;
and when all was gone he put down his hand and scraped up all that was
left among the earth and the gravel.
Sleep came on him then after eating the broth, and the Fomor were
laughing at him, for his belly was the size of the cauldron of a great
house. But he rose up after a while, and, heavy as he was, he made his
way home; and indeed his dress was no way sightly, a cape to the hollow
of the elbows, and a brown coat, long in the breast and short behind,
and on his feet brogues of horse hide, with the hair outside, and in his
hand
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