Finnachta of the Teeth saw that, and he made another rush at the royal crown, and brought it to where Ogarmach was, the daughter of the King of Greece.  “Put on that crown, Ogarmach,” he said, “as it is in the prophecy the world will be owned by a woman; and it will never be owned by any woman higher than yourself,” he said.

She went then to look for Finn in the battle, and Fergus of the True Lips saw her, and he went where Finn was.  “O King of the Fianna,” he said then, “bring to mind the good fight you made against the King of the World and all your victories before that; for it is a great danger is coming to you now,” he said, “and that is Ogarmach, daughter of the King of Greece.”

With that the woman-fighter came towards him.  “O Finn,” she said, “it is little satisfaction you are to me for all the kings and lords that have fallen by you and by your people; but for all that,” she said, “there is nothing better for me to get than your own self and whatever is left of your people.”  “You will not get that,” said Finn, “for I will lay your head in its bed of blood the same as I did to every other one.”  Then those two attacked one another like as if there had risen to smother one another the flooded wave of Cliodna, and the seeking wave of Tuaigh, and the big brave wave of Rudraighe.  And though the woman-warrior fought for a long time, a blow from Finn reached to her at last and cut through the royal crown, and with a second blow he struck her head off.  And then he fell himself in his bed of blood, and was the same as dead, but that he rose again.

And the armies of the World and the Fianna of Ireland were fallen side by side there, and there were none left fit to stand but Cael, son of Crimthan of the Harbours, and the chief man of the household of the King of the World, Finnachta of the Teeth.  And Finnachta went among the dead bodies and lifted up the body of the King of the World and brought it with him to his ship, and he said:  “Fianna of Ireland,” he said, “although it is bad this battle was for the armies of the World, it was worse for yourselves; and I am going back to tell that in the East of the World,” he said.  Finn heard him saying that, and he lying on the ground in his blood, and the best men of the sons of Baiscne about him, and he said:  “It is a pity I not to have found death before I heard the foreigner saying those words.  And nothing I myself have done, or the Fianna of Ireland, is worth anything since there is left a man of the foreigners alive to go back into the great world again to tell that story.  And is there any one left living near me?” he said.  “I am,” said Fergus of the True Lips.  “What way is the battle now?” said Finn.  “It is a pity the way it is,” said Fergus, “for, by my word,” he said, “since the armies met together to-day, no man of the foreigners or of the men of Ireland took a step backward from one another till they all fell foot to foot, and sole to sole.  And there is not so