Slowly did the years go by, and upon the shoulders of Bove Derg and Lir fell the long white hair.
When Lir and the Dedannan people heard these words, they wept aloud.
Forth from among the princes rose five well fitted to wield a scepter and to wear a crown, yet most royal stood Bove Derg and Lir.
And no need had the saint to ask whether these indeed were the children of Lir.
We delayed too long, however, and the Sea of Moyle looked as bleak and stormy as it did to the children of Lir.
So Lir agreed, and they were united, and he took her with him to his own house.
When Lir and the monarch entered, the latter directed his attention to the three princesses, and bade him choose which he would.
One day her chariot was yoked for her and she took with her the four children of Lir in it.
Coming close to the shore, he asked them, were they the children of Lir?
And they were the delight and joy of all the Dedannans, who often came to Lir's house to see them.