Do chuaidh roime iarum Dil i cenn sheda & imthechta cu riact cu Dairbre & o rainic ro bendach do Mogh Ruith & do fherastar Mogh Ruith failte fris & atbert: ‘Canas tic Dil?’ ar se. ‘As Sleibh Cind Claire,’ ar se, ‘in bhaile ita cuicid Muman um Fhiachaigh.’ ‘Cinas atathar annsin,’ ar Mogh Ruith. ‘Is olc atathar and gud dalta-sa,’ ar Dil. ‘Cidh ón?’ ar Mogh Ruith. Do innís Dil iarum na h-ildraidhechta & na h-ileicne ro imerest draithe Cormaic orro, & dano Cormac i forbuis a n-ardchnoc draidhechta osa cinn ac nougudh a chisa & a chana fein orro. ‘Cidh ma tancais-si fris sin,’ ar Mogh Ruith. ‘Ni ansa,’ ar Dil, ‘fir Mumam rom cuiristar dot accallaimh-si & da fiafraigidh dhid in etfa a bhfoiridin & da tised did sodh a ndraidhechta forsin luct úd, cach sochar do crich & do thir & do thalmam bus ail duid rat fia. Ocus gidh edh budh ail duit gach treas rí tre bithu betha uait for Mhumain no raghadh duid.’