But when Diarmuid came to the wood of Dubhros, he went into it to where the Surly One was, and he made bonds of agreement with him, and got leave from him to go hunting in the wood, so long as he would not touch the berries of the tree.  And he made a cabin then for himself and for Grania in the wood.

As for Finn and his people, they were not long at Almhuin till they saw fifty armed men coming towards them, and two that were taller and handsomer than the rest in the front of them.  Finn asked did any of his people know them.  “We do not know them,” they said, “but maybe you yourself know them, Finn.”  “I do not,” he said; “but it seems to be they are enemies to myself.”  The troop of armed men came up to them then and they greeted him, and Finn asked news of them, and from what country they came.  “I am Aonghus, son of Art Og of the children of Morna,” one of them said, “and this is Aodh, son of Andela; and we are enemies of your own, and our fathers were at the killing of your father, and they themselves died for that deed.  And it is to ask peace we are come now to you,” they said.  “Where were you the time my father was killed?” “In our mothers’ wombs,” said they; “and our mothers were two women of the Tuatha de Danaan, and it is time for us now to get our father’s place among the Fianna.”  “I will give you that,” said Finn, “but I must put a fine on you first in satisfaction for my father’s death.”  “We have neither gold or silver or goods or cattle to give you, Finn,” said they.  “Do not put a fine on them, Finn,” said Oisin, “beyond the death of their fathers for your father.”  “It is what I think,” said Finn, “if any one killed myself, Oisin, it would be easy to pay the fine you would ask.  And there will no one come among the Fianna,” he said, “without giving what I ask in satisfaction for my father’s death.”  “What is it you are asking of us?” said Aonghus, son of Art Og.  “I am asking but the head of a champion, or the full of a fist of the berries of the quicken-tree at Dubhros.”  “I will give you a good advice, children of Morna,” said Oisin, “to go back to the place you were reared, and not to ask peace of Finn through the length of your lives.  For it is not an easy thing Finn is asking of you; and do you know whose head he is asking you to bring him?” “We do not,” said they.  “The head of Diarmuid, grandson of Duibhne, is the head he is asking of you.  And if you were twenty hundred men in their full strength, Diarmuid would not let you take that head.”  “And what are the berries Finn is asking of us?” they said then.  “There is nothing is harder for you to get than those berries,” said Oisin.