‘What do you see that you hate most?’ said Conchobor. ‘You, to be sure,’ she said, ‘and Eogan mac Durthacht!’ ‘You shall be, indeed, a year with Eogan,’ said Conchobor.
Thereupon he brought her beside Eogan. On the following day, they went to the assembly of Macha. She was behind Eogan in the chariot. She had promised that she would not see her two companions on earth on the same occasion.
‘Well, O Derdriu,’ said Conchobor, ‘it is a sheep's eye between two rams that you make between me and Eogan.’
There was a great stone boulder in front of her. She dashed her head against the stone until she had made a mass of fragments of her head so that she died.
That [is] the exile of the Sons of Uisliu and the exile of Fergus and the violent death of the Sons of Uisliu and of Derdriu.