“Where is the woman now?” said Laegaire.  “She is within the dun of Magh Mell, and a troop of armed men keeping guard about it,” said Fiachna.  “Let you stop here, and I and my fifty will go there,” said Laegaire.

So he and his men went on to the dun, and Laegaire called out to the men that were about it:  “Your king has got his death, your chief men have fallen, let the woman come out, and I will give you your own lives.”  The men agreed to that, and they brought the woman out.  And when she came out she made this complaint: 

“It is a sorrowful day that swords are reddened for the sake of the dear dead body of Goll, son of Dalbh.  It was he that loved me, it was himself I loved, it is little Laegaire Liban cares for that.

“Weapons were hacked and were split by Goll; it is to Fiachna, son of Betach, I must go; it is Goll son of Dalbh, I loved.”

And that complaint got the name of “The Lament of the Daughter of Eochaid the Dumb.”

Laegaire went back with her then till he put her hand in Fiachna’s hand.  And that night Fiachna’s daughter, Deorgreine, a Tear of the Sun, was given to Laegaire as his wife, and fifty other women were given to his fifty fighting men, and they stopped with them there to the end of a year.

And at the end of that time, Laegaire said:  “Let us go and ask news of our own country.”  “If you have a mind to go,” said Fiachna, “bring horses with you; but whatever happens,” he said, “do not get off from them.”

So they set out then; and when they got back to Ireland, they found a great gathering of the whole of the men of Connacht that were keening them.

And when the men of Connacht saw them coming they rose up to meet them, and to bid them welcome.  But Laegaire called out:  “Do not come to us, for it is to bid you farewell we are here.”  “Do not go from us again,” said Crimthan, his father, “and I will give you the sway over the three Connachts, their silver and their gold, their horses and their bridles, and their beautiful women, if you will not go from us.”

And it is what Laegaire said:  “In the place we are gone to, the armies move from kingdom to kingdom, they listen to the sweet-sounding music of the Sidhe, they drink from shining cups, we talk with those we love, it is beer that falls instead of rain.

“We have brought from the dun of the Pleasant Plain thirty cauldrons, thirty drinking horns; we have brought the complaint that was sung by the Sea, by the daughter of Eochaid the Dumb.

“There is a wife for every man of the fifty; my own wife to me is the Tear of the Sun; I am made master of a blue sword; I would not give for all your whole kingdom one night of the nights of the Sidhe.”

With that Laegaire turned from them, and went back to the kingdom.  And he was made king there along with Fiachna, son of Betach, and his daughter, and he did not come out of it yet.

BOOK FIVE:  THE FATE OF THE CHILDREN OF LIR