Then they asked was any one among them a good hand with the sword, and they said Bres was the best.
But at the end of the seven years, Bres had to retire in favour of Nuada.
And from that day there was no good luck with Bres, but it is going down he was for ever after.
And Bres made no stand against them, but let them get their way.
And then he looked at the sharp, thin, hard-pointed spears that were with Bres.
Then his mother answered him and told the whole story, and that Bres was his own son.
When Bres saw that, he gave himself up to Lugh's protection.
And they came to a feasting-house, and in it they found Bres and his father Elathan, and there was the harp hanging on the wall.
Then Bres said: "If you spare me, the men of Ireland will reap a harvest of corn every quarter."
And when all was over, the Dagda brought out the heifer he had got as wages from Bres at the time he was making his dun.