And the griffins threw darts of fire, as it were lightning, at the hawks.
"Brian!" then cried Iuchar and his brother, "we are being burnt by these darts--we are lost unless we can escape them." On this, Brian changed himself and his brethren into three swans, and they plunged into the sea, and the burning darts were quenched.

Then the griffins gave over the chase, and the Sons of Turenn made for their boat, and they embarked with the four apples.

Thus their first quest was ended.
After that they resolved to seek the pigskin from the King of Greece, and they debated how they should come before him.

"Let us," said Brian, "assume the character and garb of poets and men of learning, for such are wont to come from Ireland and to travel foreign lands, and in that character shall the Greeks receive us best, for such men have honour among them." "It is well said," replied the brothers, "yet we have no poems in our heads, and how to compose one we know not." Howbeit they dressed their hair in the fashion of the poets of Erinn, and went up to the palace of Tuish the King.

The doorkeeper asked of them who they were, and what was their business.
"We are bards from Ireland," they said, "and we have come with a poem to the King." "Let them be admitted," said the King, when the doorkeeper brought him that tale; "they have doubtless come thus far to seek a powerful patron." So Brian and Iuchar and Iucharba came in and were made welcome, and were entertained, and then the minstrels of the King of Greece chanted the lays of that country before them.