So she gave him that, and he went away bringing the pup with him.  And when Diarmuid came back that night the greyhound met him, and she cried out twice.  And he knew that another of the pups was gone, and he said to the greyhound, and the woman standing there:  “If she had remembered the way she was when she came to me, she would not have let the pup be brought away.”

The next day he went back again to the Fianna, and when he was gone, the woman saw Caoilte coming towards her, and he would not come in to take a drink from her till he had got the promise of one of the pups the same as the others.

And when Diarmuid came back that night the greyhound met him and gave three yells, the most terrible that ever were heard.  There was great anger on him then, when he saw all the pups gone, and he said the third time:  “If this woman remembered the way she was when I found her, and her hair down to her heels, she would not have let the pup go.”  “O Diarmuid, what is it you are after saying?” she said.  He asked forgiveness of her then, and he thought to go into the house, but it was gone and the woman was gone on the moment, and it was on the bare ground he awoke on the morrow.  There was great sorrow on him then, and he said he would search in every place till he would find her again.

So he set out through the lonely valleys, and the first thing he saw was the greyhound lying dead, and he put her on his shoulder and would not leave her because of the love he had for her.  And after a while he met with a cowherd, and he asked him did he see a woman going the way.  “I saw a woman early in the morning of yesterday, and she walking hard,” said the cowherd.  “What way was she going?” said Diarmuid.  “Down that path below to the strand, and I saw her no more after that,” he said.

So he followed the path she took down to the strand till he could go no farther, and then he saw a ship, and he leaned on the handle of his spear and made a light leap on to the ship, and it went on till it came to land, and then he got out and lay down on the side of a hill and fell asleep, and when he awoke there was no ship to be seen.  “It is a pity for me to be here,” he said, “for I see no way of getting from it again.”

But after a while he saw a boat coming, and a man in the boat rowing it, and he went down and got into the boat, and brought the greyhound with him.  And the boat went out over the sea, and then down below it; and Diarmuid, when he went down, found himself on a plain.  And he went walking along it, and it was not long before he met with a drop of blood.  He took it up and put it in a napkin.  “It is the greyhound lost this,” he said.  And after a while he met with another drop of blood, and then with a third, and he put them in the napkin.  And after that again he saw a woman, and she gathering rushes as if she had lost her wits.