Then Aedh and Flann, two of the sons of Midhir, rose up.  “Come with us, Caoilte,” they said, and they went on before him to a green lawn with the dew on it; and when they came to it they saw a strong young man armed and having a cloak of the wool of the seven sheep of the Land of Promise, and it full of herbs of healing he was after gathering for the Men of Dea that were wounded in the battle.  “Who is that man?” said Caoilte.  “That is the man we came looking for,” said Aedh.  “And mind him well now,” he said, “that he will not make his escape from us back to his own people.”

They ran at him together then, and Caoilte took him by the shoulders and they brought him away with them to the ford of the Slaine in the great plain of Leinster, where the most of the Fianna were at that time; and a Druid mist rose up about them that they could not be seen.

And they went up on a little hill over the ford, and they saw before them four young men having crimson fringed cloaks and swords with gold hilts, and four good hunting hounds along with them.  And the young man could not see them because of the mist, but Caoilte saw they were his own two sons, Colla and Faolan, and two other young men of the Fianna, and he could hear them talking together, and saying it was a year now that Finn, son of Cumhal, was gone from them.  “And what will the Fianna of Ireland do from this out,” said one of them, “without their lord and their leader?” “There is nothing for them to do,” said another, “but to go to Teamhair and to break up there, or to find another leader for themselves.”  And there was heavy sorrow on them for the loss of their lord; and it was grief to Caoilte to be looking at them.

And he and the two sons of Midhir went back then by the Lake of the Two Birds to Slieve-nam Ban, and they went into the hill.

And Finn and Donn gave a great welcome to Luibra, the physician, and they showed him their two comrades that were lying in their wounds.  “Those men are brothers to me,” said Donn, “and tell me how can they be cured?” Luibra looked then at their wounds, and he said:  “They can be cured if I get a good reward.”  “You will get that indeed,” said Caoilte; “and tell me now,” he said, “how long will it take to cure them?” “It will take nine days,” said Luibra.  “It is a good reward you will get,” said Caoilte, “and this is what it is, your own life to be left to you.  But if these young men are not healed,” he said, “it is my own hand will strike off your head.”

And within nine days the physician had done a cure on them, and they were as well and as sound as before.

And it was after that time the High King sent a messenger to bring the Fianna to the Feast of Teamhair.  And they all gathered to it, men and women, boys and heroes and musicians.  And Goll, son of Morna, was sitting at the feast beside the king.  “It is a great loss you have had, Fianna of Ireland,” said the king, “losing your lord and your leader, Finn, son of Cumhal.”  “It is a great loss indeed,” said Goll.