Three days and nights did Eisirt abide in Emania, and all the King’s court loved him and made much of him.  Then he wished them blessing and victory, and prepared to depart to his own country.  Now AEda, the King’s dwarf and minstrel, begged Eisirt to take him with him on a visit to the land of Faylinn; and Eisirt said, “I shall not bid thee come, for then if kindness and hospitality be shown thee, thou wilt say it is only what I had undertaken; but if thou come of thine own motion, thou wilt perchance be grateful.”

So they went off together; but Eisirt could not keep up with AEda, and AEda said, “I perceive that Eisirt is but a poor walker.”  At this Eisirt ran off like a flash and was soon an arrow flight in front of AEda.  When the latter at last came up with him, he said, “The right thing, Eisirt, is not too fast and not too slow.”  “Since I have been in Ulster,” Eisirt replied, “I have never before heard ye measure out the right.”

By and by they reached the margin of the sea.  “And what are we to do now?” asked AEda.  “Be not troubled, AEda,” said Eisirt, “the horse of Iubdan will bear us easily over this.”  They waited awhile on the beach, and ere long they saw it coming toward them skimming over the surface of the waves.  “Save and protect us!” cried AEda at that sight; and Eisirt asked him what he saw.  “A red-maned hare,” answered AEda.  “Nay, but that is Iubdan’s horse,” said Eisirt, and with that the creature came prancing to land with flashing eyes and waving tail and a long russet-coloured mane; a bridle beset with gold it had.  Eisirt mounted and bade AEda come up behind him.  “Thy boat is little enough for thee alone,” said AEda.  “Cease fault-finding and grumbling,” then said Eisirt, “for the weight of wisdom that is in thee will not bear him down.”

So AEda and Eisirt mounted on the fairy horse and away they sped over the tops of the waves and the deeps of the ocean till at last they reached the Kingdom of Faylinn, and there were a great concourse of the Wee Folk awaiting them.  “Eisirt is coming!  Eisirt is coming!” cried they all, “and a Fomorian giant along with him.”

Then Iubdan went forth to meet Eisirt, and he kissed him, and said, “Why hast thou brought this Fomorian with thee to slay us?” “He is no Fomor,” said Eisirt, “but a learned man and a poet from Ulster.  He is moreover the King of Ulster’s dwarf, and in all that realm he is the smallest man.  He can lie in their great men’s bosoms and stand upon their hands as though he were a child; yet for all that you would do well to be careful how you behave to him.”  “What is his name?” said they then.  “He is the poet AEda,” said Eisirt.  “Uch,” said they, “what a giant thou hast brought us!”

“And now, O King,” said Eisirt to Iubdan, “I challenge thee to go and see for thyself the region from which we have come, and make trial of the royal porridge which is made for Fergus King of Ulster this very night.”