The Druid went back with that message.  “That is the answer of a king,” said the King of Spain; “and bid my daughter to sit at Eoghan’s right hand,” he said, “and I will give her to him this very night.”  And when Beara, the king’s daughter, heard that, she sent out her serving-maid to bring the shirt she had made for Eoghan, and he put it on him over his armour, and its shining was seen in every place; and it was from wearing that shirt he got the name of Eoghan the Bright.

And Oiliol was the first son they had; it was he that had his ear bitten off by Aine of the Sidhe in revenge for her brother, and it was his son married Oisin’s daughter afterwards.

And as to Osgar, that was Oisin’s son, of all the young men of the Fianna he was the best in battle.  And when he was but a young child he was made much of by the whole of the Fianna, and it is for him they used to keep the marrow bones, and they did not like to put any hardship on him.  And he grew up tall and idle, and no one thought he would turn out so strong as he did.  And one day there was an attack made on a troop of the Fianna, and all that were in it went out to fight, but they left Osgar after them.  And when he knew the fight was going on, he took a log of wood that was the first thing he could find, and attacked the enemy and made a great slaughter, and they gave way and ran before him.  And from that out there was no battle he did not go into; and he was said to be the strongest of all the Fianna, though the people of Connacht said that Goll was the strongest.  And he and Diarmuid, grandson of Duibhne, were comrades and dear friends; and it was Diarmuid taught him feats of arms and of skill, and chess-playing.  And Oisin his father took great pride in him, and his grandfather Finn.  And one time Finn was holding a feast at Almhuin, and he asked the chief men of the Fianna that were there what was the music they thought the best.  “To be playing at games,” said Conan, “that is the best music I ever heard;” for though Conan was a good hand against an enemy, there never was a man had less sense.  “The music I like the best is to be talking with a woman,” said Diarmuid.  “My music is the outcry of my hounds, and they putting a deer to its last stand,” said Lugaidh’s Son.  “The music of the woods is best to me,” said Oisin; “the sound of the wind and of the cuckoo and the blackbird, and the sweet silence of the crane.”

And then Osgar was asked, and he said:  “The best music is the striking of swords in a battle.”  And it is likely he took after Finn in that, for in spite of all the sweet sounds he gave an account of the time he was at Conan’s house, at Ceann Slieve, it used to be said by the Fianna that the music that was best with Finn was what happened.

This now is the way Osgar met with his wife.