he said, “and blood is raining down like a shower on a day of harvest; and there were never so many leaves torn by the wind from a great forest as there are locks of long golden hair, and of black curled hair, cut off by sharp weapons, blowing into the clouds at this time.  And there is no person could tell one man from another, now,” he said, “unless it might be by their voices.”  With that he went into the very middle of the fight to praise and to hearten the men of the Fianna.

“Who is first in the battle now, Fergus?” said Finn, when he came back to him.  “By my oath, it is no friend of your own is first in it,” said Fergus, “for it is Daire Donn, the King of the World; and it is for you he is searching through the battle,” he said, “and three times fifty of his own people were with him.  But two of the men of your Fianna fell on them,” he said, “Cairell the Battle Striker, and Aelchinn of Cruachan, and made an end of them.  But they were not able to wound the King of the World,” he said, “but the two of them fell together by him.”

Then the King of the World came towards Finn, and there was no one near him but Arcallach of the Black Axe, the first that ever brought a wide axe into Ireland.  “I give my word,” said Arcallach, “I would never let Finn go before me into any battle.”  He rose up then and made a terrible great blow of his axe at the king, that went through his royal crown to the hair of his head, but that did not take a drop of blood out of him, for the edge of the axe turned and there went balls of fire over the plain from that blow.  And the King of the World struck back at Arcallach, and made two halves of him.

Then Finn and the King of the World turned on one another.  And when the king saw the sword and the shield in Finn’s hand, he knew those were the weapons that were to bring him to his death, and great dread came on him, and his comeliness left him, and his fingers were shaking, and his feet were unsteady, and the sight of his eyes was weakened.

And then the two fought a great fight, striking at one another like two days of judgment for the possession of the world.

But the king, that had never met with a wound before, began to be greatly weakened in the fight.  And Finn gave great strokes that broke his shield and his sword, and that cut off his left foot, and at the last he struck off his head.  But if he did, he himself fell into a faint of weakness with the dint of the wounds he had got.

Then Finnachta of the Teeth, the first man of the household of the King of the World, took hold of the royal crown of the king, and brought it where Conmail his son was, and put it on his head.

“That this may bring you success in many battles, my son,” he said.  And he gave him his father’s weapons along with it; and the young man went through the battle looking for Finn, and three fifties of the men of the Fianna fell by him.  Then Goll Garbh the Rough, son of the King of Alban, saw him and attacked him, and they fought a hard fight.  But the King of Albain’s son gave him a blow under the shelter of the shield, in his left side, that made an end of him.