And Angus said out in a loud voice that every one could hear:  “It is a better life this is than to be hunting.”  There was anger on Finn then, and he said:  “It is a worse life than hunting to be here, without hounds, without horses, without battalions, without the shouting of armies.”  “Why are you talking like that, Finn?” said Angus, “for as to the hounds you have,” he said, “they would not kill so much as one pig.”  “You have not yourself,” said Finn, “and the whole host of the Tuatha de Danaan have not a pig that ever went on dry land that Bran and Sceolan would not kill.”  “I will send you a pig,” said Angus, “that will go from you and your hounds, and that will kill them in the end.”

The steward of the house called out then in a loud voice:  “Let every one go now to his bed, before the lightness of drunkenness comes on you.”  But Finn said to his people:  “Let us make ready and leave this; for we are but a few,” he said, “among the Men of Dea.”  So they set out and went westward till they came to Slieve Fuad where the Fianna were at that time.

And through the whole length of a year after that, the Tuatha de Danaan were boasting how they would get the better of the Fianna, and the Fianna were thinking how they could do best in the hunt.  And at the end of that time Angus sent messengers to Finn, asking him with great respect if he was ready to keep his word.  And Finn said he was, and the hounds were brought out, and he himself was holding Bran and Sceolan, one in each hand, and Caoilte had Adhnuall, and Oisin had Ablach, and merry Bran Beag had Lonn, and Diarmuid was holding Eachtach, and Osgar was holding Mac an Truim, and Garraidh was held by Faolan, and Rith Fada, of the Long Run, by hungry Conan.

And they were not long there with their hounds till they saw on the plain to the east a terrible herd of great pigs, every one of them the height of a deer.  And there was one pig out in front of the rest was blacker than a smith’s coal, and the bristles on its head were like a thicket of thorn-trees.

Then Caoilte let out Adhnuall, and she was the first to kill a pig of the herd.  And then Bran made away from the leash that Finn was holding, and the pigs ran their best, but she came up with them, and took hold of a pig of them.  And at that Angus said:  “O Bran, fosterling of fair-haired Fergus, it is not a right thing you are doing, to kill my own son.”  But when Bran heard that, her ways changed and it was like an enemy she took hold of the pig, and did not let it go, and held her breath back and kept it for the Fianna.

And it was over Slieve Cua the hunt went, and Slieve Crot, and from Magh Cobha to Cruachan, and to Fionnabraic and to Finnias.  And at evening when the hunt was over, there was not one pig of the whole herd without a hurt, and there were but a hundred and ten pigs left living.  But if the hunt brought destruction on Angus, it brought losses on the Fianna as well, for there were ten hundred of their men missing besides serving-lads and dogs.