After this the reavers were routed. ‘I have told you,’ says Fer rogain son of Donn Désa, ‘that if the champions of the men of Erin and Alba attack Conaire at the house, the Destruction will not be wrought unless Conaire's fury and valour be quelled.’
‘Short will his time be,’ say the wizards along with the reavers. This was the quelling they brought, a scantness of drink that seized him.