And when Brian saw it, he took it up in his hand and he was going to bring it with him to the door.  And all the women began laughing when they saw him doing that, and it is what they said:  “It is a brave deed you put your hand to; for even if your brothers were along with you, the least of the three times fifty women of us would not let the spit go with you or with them.  But for all that,” they said, “take a spit of the spits with you, since you had the daring to try and take it in spite of us.”

Brian bade them farewell then, and went to look for the boat.  And his brothers thought it was too long he was away from them, and just as they were going to leave the place they were, they saw him coming towards them, and that raised their courage greatly.

And he went into the boat, and they went on to look for the Hill of Miochaoin.  And when they came there, Miochaoin, that was the guardian of the hill, came towards them; and when Brian saw him he attacked him, and the fight of those two champions was like the fight of two lions, till Miochaoin fell at the last.

And after Miochaoin had fallen, his three sons came out to fight with the three sons of Tuireann.  And if any one ever came from the east of the world to look at any fight, it is to see the fight of these champions he had a right to come, for the greatness of their blows and the courage of their minds.  The names of the sons of Miochaoin were Core and Conn and Aedh, and they drove their three spears through the bodies of the sons of Tuireann, and that did not discourage them at all and they put their own three spears through the bodies of the sons of Miochaoin, so that they fell into the clouds and the faintness of death.

And then Brian said:  “What way are you now, my dear brothers?” “We are near our death,” said they.  “Let us rise up,” he said, “and give three shouts upon the hill, for I see the signs of death coming on us.”  “We are not able to do that,” said they.  Then Brian rose up and raised each of them with one hand, and he shedding blood heavily all the time, until they gave the three shouts.

After that Brian brought them with him to the boat, and they were travelling the sea for a long time, but at last Brian said:  “I see Beinn Edair and our father’s dun, and Teamhair of the Kings.”  “We would have our fill of health if we could see that,” said the others; “and for the love of your good name, brother,” they said, “raise up our heads on your breast till we see Ireland again, and life or death will be the same to us after that.  And O Brian,” they said, “Flame of Valour without treachery, we would sooner death to bring ourselves away, than to see you with wounds upon your body, and with no physician to heal you.”

Then they came to Beinn Edair, and from that they went on to their father’s house, and Brian said to Tuireann:  “Go, dear father, to Teamhair, and give this spit to Lugh, and bring the skin that has healing in it for our relief.  Ask it from him for the sake of friendship,” he said, “for we are of the one blood, and let him not give hardness for hardness.  And O dear father,” he said, “do not be long on your journey, or you will not find us alive before you.”