Then Cairell of the White Skin, son of Finn, said:  “It is many a man of Finn’s household you have put down, Goll!” And Bald Conan when he heard that said:  “I swear by my arms, Goll was never without having a hundred men in his household, every one of them able to get the better of yourself.”  “And is it to them you belong, crooked-speaking, bare-headed Conan?” said Cairell.  “It is to them I belong, you black, feeble, nail-scratching, rough-skinned Cairell; and I will make you know it was Finn was in the wrong,” said Conan.

With that Cairell rose up and gave a furious blow of his fist to Conan, and Conan took it with no great patience, but gave him back a blow in his teeth, and from that they went on to worse blows again.  And the two sons of Goll rose up to help Conan, and Osgar went to the help of Cairell, and it was not long till many of the chief men of the Fianna were fighting on the one side or the other, on the side of Finn or on the side of the sons of Morna.

But then Fergus of the True Lips rose up, and the rest of the poets of the Fianna along with him, and they sang their songs and their poems to check and to quiet them.  And they left off their fighting at the sound of the poets’ songs, and they let their weapons fall on the floor, and the poets took them up, and made peace between the fighters; and they put bonds on Finn and on Goll to keep the peace for a while, till they could ask for a judgment from the High King of Ireland.  And that was the end for that time of the little quarrel at Almhuin.

But it broke out again, one time there was a falling out between Finn and Goll as to the dividing of a pig of the pigs of Manannan.  And at Daire Tardha, the Oak Wood of Bulls, in the province of Connacht, there was a great fight between Finn’s men and the sons of Morna.  And the sons of Morna were worsted, and fifteen of their men were killed; and they made their mind up that from that time they would set themselves against any friends of Finn or of his people.  And it was Conan the Bald gave them that advice, for he was always bitter, and a maker of quarrels and of mischief in every place.

And they kept to their word, and spared no one.  There was a yellow-haired queen that Finn loved, Berach Brec her name was, and she was wise and comely and worthy of any good man, and she had her house full of treasures, and never refused the asking of any.  And any one that came to her house at Samhain time might stay till Beltaine, and have his choice then to go or to stay.  And the sons of Morna had fostered her, and they went where she was and bade her to give up Finn and she need be in no dread of them.  But she said she would not give up her kind lover to please them; and she was going away from them to her ship, and Art, son of Morna, made a cast of his spear that went through her body, that she died, and her people brought her up from the strand and buried her.