Then one day the Dagda was in the trench and he saw the Mac Óc coming toward him. ‘Greetings to you, Dagda!’ said the Mac Óc. ‘And to you,’ said the Dagda. ‘What makes you look so bad?’ he asked. ‘I have good cause,’ he said. ‘Every night Cridenbél the satirist demands from me the three best bits of my serving.’