But Luga refused, and turned away from Turenn.
Turenn hastened back to his sons with a sorrowful heart, and told them that he had failed to get the apples.
Then Brian said, "Take me with thee to Tara. I will see him, and perchance he may have pity on us, and give us the apples."
And it was done so. But when Brian begged for the apples, Luga said—
"I will not give them to thee. If thou shouldst offer me the full of the whole earth of gold, I would not give them to thee. Thou and thy brothers committed a wicked and pitiless deed when you slew my father. For that deed you must suffer, and with nothing short of your death shall I be content."
For the blood that you spilled,
For the hero you killed—
The deed is avenged, and your doom is fulfilled!
Brian turned away and went back to his brothers, and, lying down between them, his life departed; and his brothers died at the same moment.
Then their father and their sister stood hand in hand over their bodies, lamenting. And Turenn spoke this lay—
Oh, pulseless is my heart this woful hour,
My strength is gone, my joy for ever fled;
Three noble champions, Erin's pride and power,
My three fair youths, my children, cold and dead!