He looked at her angrily and asked, ‘What business did you have, girl, heaving me out of my right way?’
‘This business: to get you to carry me on your back to my father's house.’
‘Who is your father?’ he asked.
‘I am the daughter of Indech, son of Dé Domnann,’ she said.
She fell upon him again and beat him hard, so that the furrow around him filled with the excrement from his belly; and she satirized him three times so that he would carry her upon his back.
He said that it was a ges for him to carry anyone who would not call him by his name.
‘"What is your name?’ she asked.
‘Fer Benn,’ he said.
‘That name is too much!’ she said. ‘Get up, carry me on your back, Fer Benn.’
‘That is indeed not my name,’ he said.
‘What is?’ she asked.
‘Fer Benn Brúach,’ he answered.
‘Get up, carry me on your back, Fer Benn Brúach,’ she said.
‘That is not my name,’ he said.
‘What is?’ she asked. Then he told her the whole thing. She replied immediately and said, ‘Get up, carry me on your back, Fer Benn Brúach Brogaill Broumide Cerbad Caic Rolaig Builc Labair Cerrce Di Brig Oldathair Boith Athgen mBethai Brightere Tri Carboid Roth Rimaire Riog Scotbe Obthe Olaithbe
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Get up, carry me away from here!’
‘Do not mock me any more, girl,’ he said.
‘It will certainly be hard,’ she said.
Then he moved out of the hole, after letting go the contents of his belly, and the girl had waited for that for a long time. He got up then, and took the girl on his back; and he put three stones in his belt. Each stone fell from it in turn—and it has been said that they were his testicles which fell from it. The girl jumped on him and struck him across the rump, and her curly pubic hair was revealed. Then the Dagda gained a mistress, and they made love. The mark remains at Beltraw Strand where they came together.
Then the girl said to him, ‘You will not go to the battle by any means.’ ‘Certainly I will go,’ said the Dagda. ‘You will not go,’ said the woman, ‘because I will be a stone at the mouth of every ford you will cross.’ ‘That will be true,’ said the Dagda, ‘but you will not keep me from it. I will tread heavily on every stone, and the trace of my heel will remain on every stone forever.’ ‘That will be true, but they will be turned over so that you may not see them. You will not go past me until I summon the sons of Tethra from the síd-mounds, because I will be a giant oak in every ford and in every pass you will cross.’ ‘I will indeed go past,’ said the Dagda, ‘and the mark of my axe