And their father cried and lamented over his three beautiful sons, that
had the making of a king of Ireland in each of them, and his strength
left him and he died; and they were buried in the one grave.
CHAPTER III. THE GREAT BATTLE OF MAGH TUIREADH
And it was not long after Lugh had got the fine from the sons of
Tuireann that the Fomor came and landed at Scetne.
The whole host of the Fomor were come this time, and their king, Balor,
of the Strong Blows and of the Evil Eye, along with them; and Bres, and
Indech, son of De Domnann, a king of the Fomor, and Elathan, son of
Lobos, and Goll and Ingol, and Octriallach, son of Indech, and Elathan,
son of Delbaeth.
Then Lugh sent the Dagda to spy out the Fomor, and to delay them till
such time as the men of Ireland would come to the battle.
So the Dagda went to their camp, and he asked them for a delay, and they
said he might have that. And then to make sport of him, the Fomor made
broth for him, for he had a great love for broth. So they filled the
king's cauldron with four times twenty gallons of new milk, and the same
of meal and fat, and they put in goats and sheep and pigs along with
that, and boiled all together, and then they poured it all out into a
great hole in the ground. And they called him to it then, and told him
he should eat his fill, the way the Fomor would not be reproached for
want of hospitality the way Bres was. "We will make an end of you if
you leave any part of it after you," said Indech, son of De Domnann.
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