“It is what wasted my strength, to be going and coming over the current of the Maoil the way I never was used to, and never to be in the sunshine on the soft grass.

“Fiachra’s bed and Conn’s bed is to come under the cover of my wings on the sea.  Aodh has his place under the feathers of my breast, the four of us side by side.

“The teaching of Manannan without deceit, the talk of Bodb Dearg on the pleasant ridge; the voice of Angus, his sweet kisses; it is by their side I used to be without grief.”

After that the riders went on to Lir’s house, and they told the chief men of the Tuatha de Danaan all the birds had gone through, and the state they were in.  “We have no power over them,” the chief men said, “but we are glad they are living yet, for they will get help in the end of time.”

As to the children of Lir, they went back towards their old place in the Maoil, and they stopped there till the time they had to spend in it was spent.  And then Fionnuala said:  “The time is come for us to leave this place.  And it is to Irrus Domnann we must go now,” she said, “after our three hundred years here.  And indeed there will be no rest for us there, or any standing ground, or any shelter from the storms.  But since it is time for us to go, let us set out on the cold wind, the way we will not go astray.”

So they set out in that way, and left Sruth na Maoile behind them, and went to the point of Irrus Domnann, and there they stopped, and it is a life of misery and a cold life they led there.  And one time the sea froze about them that they could not move at all, and the brothers were lamenting, and Fionnuala was comforting them, for she knew there would help come to them in the end.

And they stayed at Irrus Domnann till the time they had to spend there was spent.  And then Fionnuala said:  “The time is come for us to go back to Sidhe Fionnachaidh, where our father is with his household and with all our own people.”

“It pleases us well to hear that,” they said.

So they set out flying through the air lightly till they came to Sidhe Fionnachaidh; and it is how they found the place, empty before them, and nothing in it but green hillocks and thickets of nettles, without a house, without a fire, without a hearthstone.  And the four pressed close to one another then, and they gave out three sorrowful cries, and Fionnuala made this complaint:—­

“It is a wonder to me this place is, and it without a house, without a dwelling-place.  To see it the way it is now, Ochone! it is bitterness to my heart.

“Without dogs, without hounds for hunting, without women, without great kings; we never knew it to be like this when our father was in it.

“Without horns, without cups, without drinking in the lighted house; without young men, without riders; the way it is to-night is a foretelling of sorrow.

“The people of the place to be as they are now, Ochone! it is grief to my heart!  It is plain to my mind to-night the lord of the house is not living.