The seven girls come to the spring. They greet Maine. ‘Come away,’ said he ‘and bring your cattle with you. That will be good then. We make an undertaking [for] you upon our honour, and upon our protection,’ said he. ‘O daughters of Regamon!,’ said the warriors. The girls muster their cows, and their pigs and their sheep so that there might not be [any] observation of them. Then they make their way until they reached the meeting place of their companions. The girls greet the seven sons of Ailill and Medb, and they stood together with them. ‘Let this herd be divided in two, and the host’ said Maine Mórgar, ‘they are all too much together; and let us meet at Áth Briuin.’ It is done like that.