When the Fenians saw the haven, they looked at one another. It was a very steep place; and all said, “We cannot land here.”
“There will be an evil report for the Fenians of Erin, or for men trained by Fin, if no one can spring to land,” said the druid.
“Well,” said Dyeermud, “there was never a man at Fintra who could make such a spring, if I cannot make it.”
He buckled his belt firmly, and went to the stern of the ship to find space for a run; then he rushed to the prow, and rose with one bound to the top of the cliff. When he looked back, and saw his comrades below, he was frightened.
Dyeermud left the ship and the Fenians, and walked forward alone. Toward evening, he saw a herd of deer; he pursued them, and caught a doe, which he killed; he made a fire, roasted the carcass, ate of it, and drank pure spring water. He made a hut then of limbs, and slept quietly till morning. After breakfast, a gruagach came the way, and called out to him, “Is not Erin wide enough for you to live in, instead of coming hither to steal my herds from me?”
“Though I might have been willing to go when you came,” replied Dyeermud, “I will not go now since you speak so unmannerly.”
“You must fight with me then,” said the gruagach.
“I will indeed,” said Dyeermud.
They took their spears and swords, and fought all that day until evening, when the gruagach saw that Dyeermud was getting the upper hand. He leaped into the spring from which Dyeermud had drunk the cool water. Dyeermud ran quickly, and thrust his sword into the water, but no sign of the gruagach.