He went outside. He lifted the stone and cast it back, not through the door, but through the strong wall of the dun so that it fell in the place where it had lain before Ogmai lifted it.
“Your cast is better than mine,” said Ogmai, “sit in the seat of the champion with your face to the King.”
Lugh drew his hand over the wall; it became whole as before. He sat in the champion-seat.
“Let chess be brought,” said the King.
They played, and Lugh won all the games, so that thereafter it passed into a proverb “to make the Cro of Lugh.”
“Truly you are the Ildana,” said Nuada. “I would fain hear music of your making, but I have no harp to offer you.”
“I see a kingly harp within reach of your hand,” said Lugh.
“That is the harp of the Dagda. No one can bring music from that harp but himself: when he plays on it the four Seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter—pass over the earth.”
“I will play on it,” said Lugh.
The harp was given to him.