“There,” she said, “follow that fish, and it will lead you to Feach-An-Chruic.”
Ciad stepped into his ship, hoisted his sails, and went off after the little red fish.
He went away for long, long days and long, long nights, sailing one-third of the whole world, until at length the little fish ran into a wood-bordered bay. Ciad anchored his ship here, and went on shore.
He traveled over the mountains for three days and three nights, and on the fourth day he found Feach-An-Chruic dividing beef among his men.
Ciad walked up to him, and asked for a bit of the beef.
“By my faith, no!” said Feach-An-Chruic. “But now that you’re here I’ll save my beef.”
“How is that?” said Ciad.
“Because I’ll divide you among my men,” said Feach-An-Chruic.
“You might not,” said Ciad.
So Ciad and the Feach fell to and fought.