against the King of Lochlann's son. "Stop
here with me, king's son," he said, "until I fight with you for the
Fianna." "I give my word it is short the delay will be," said Forne.

Then he himself and Oisin made an attack on one another, and it seemed
for a while that the battle was going against Oisin. "By my word, Man of
Poetry," said Finn then to Fergus of the True Lips, "it is a pity the
way you sent my son against the foreigner. And rise up and praise him
and hearten him now," he said. So Fergus went down to where the fight
was, and he said: "There is great shame on the Fianna, Oisin, seeing you
so low in this fight; and there is many a foot messenger and many a
horsemen from the daughters of the kings and princes of Ireland looking
at you now," he said. And great courage rose in Oisin then, and he drove
his spear through the body of Forne, the King of Lochlann's son. And he
himself came back to the Fianna of Ireland.

Then the armies of the World gave out a great cry, keening Forne; and
there was anger and not fear on his brothers, for they thought it no
right thing he to have fallen by a man of the Fianna. And Tocha, the
second son of the King of Lochlann, went on shore to avenge his brother.
And he went straight into the middle of the Fianna, and gave his sword
good feeding on their bodies, till they broke away before him and made
no stand till Lugaidh's Son turned round against him. And those two
fought a great fight, till their swords were bent and their spears
crumbled away, and they lost their golden shields. And at the last
Lugaidh's Son made a stroke of his sword that cut through the
foreigner's sword, and then he made another stroke that cut his heart
in two halves. And he came back high and proud to the Fianna.

Then the third son of the King of Lochlann, Mongach of the Sea, rose up,
and all the armies rose up along with him. "Stop here, Men of the
World," he said, "for it is not you but myself that has to go and ask
satisfaction for the bodies of my brothers." So he went on shore; and it
is the way he was, with a strong iron flail in his hand having seven
balls of pure iron on it, and fifty iron chains, and fifty apples on
every chain, and fifty deadly thorns on every apple. And he made a rush
through the Fianna to break them up entirely and to tear them into
strings, and they gave way before him. And great shame came on Fidach,
son of the King of the Bretons, and he said: "Come here and praise me,
Fe