“Let us go to Brugh na Boinne and get satisfaction for our people,” said Oisin then.  “That is the advice of a man without sense,” said Finn; “for if we leave these pigs the way they are, they will come to life again.  And let us burn them,” he said, “and throw their ashes in the sea.”

Then the seven battalions of the Fianna made seven fires to every battalion; but for all they could do, they could not set fire to one pig.  Then Bran, that had great sense and knowledge, went away, and she came back bringing three logs along with her, but no one knows what wood it was they came from.  And when the logs were put on the fire they lit up like a candle, and it is with them the pigs were burned; and after that their ashes were thrown into the sea.

Then Oisin said again:  “Let us go now to Brugh na Boinne and avenge the death of our people.”  So the whole of the Fianna set out for Brugh na Boinne, and every step they made could surely be heard through the whole of the skies.

And Angus sent out messengers to where Finn was, offering any one thing to him if he would spare his people.  “I will take no gift at all from you, Angus of the slender body,” said Finn, “so long as there is a room left in your house, north or east, without being burned.”  But Angus said:  “Although you think bad of the loss of your fine people that you have the sway over, yet, O Finn, father of Oisin, it is sorrowful to me the loss of my own good son is.  For as to the black pig that came before you on the plain,” he said, “it was no common pig was in it, but my own son.  And there fell along with him,” he said, “the son of the King of the Narrow Sea, and the son of the King of the Sea of Gulls, and the son of Ilbhrec, son of Manannan, and seven score of the comely sons of kings and queens.  And it is what destroyed my strength and my respect entirely, they to have been burned away from me in a far place.  And it is a pity for you, sweet daring Bran,” he said, “fosterling of Fergus of the thirty woods and plains, that you did not do something worth praise before killing your own foster-brother.  And I will put a curse on you, Bran,” he said, “beyond every hound in Ireland, that you will never see with your eyes any deer you may ever kill.”

There was anger on Finn when he heard that, and he said:  “If you put a curse on Bran, Angus, there will not be a room left, east or west, in the whole of your great house without being burned.”  “If you do that,” said Angus, “I will put trees and stones in front of you in every battle; and I will know what number of men you have in your armies,” he said, “looking at them through my ring.”

Then Oisin, that was wise, said:  “It is best for you to agree between yourselves now; and let us be helpful to one another,” he said, “and pay whatever fines are due.”

So they agreed to that, and they made peace, and gave children to be fostered by one another:  a son of Finn’s to Angus, and son of Angus Og to the Fianna.