To him Asal related the whole story of the sons of Turenn, and why they were come to that kingdom.
"Thou wert a fool," said the King of Iorroway, "to have come on such a mission.

There are no three heroes in the world to whom the Immortals have granted such grace that they should get my hound either by favour or by fight." "That is not a good word," said Asal, "for the treasures they now possess have made them yet stronger than they were, and these they won in the teeth of kings as strong as thou." And much more he said to him to persuade him to yield up the hound, but in vain.

So Asal took his way back to the haven where the Sons of Turenn lay, and told them his tidings.
Then the Sons of Turenn seized the magic spear, and the pigskin, and with a rush like that of three eagles descending from a high cliff upon a lamb-fold they burst upon the guards of the King of Iorroway.
Fierce and fell was the combat that ensued, and many times the brothers were driven apart, and all but overborne by the throng of their foes.

But at last Brian perceived where the King of Iorroway was directing the fight, and he cut his way to him, and having smitten him to the ground, he bound him and carried him out of the press to the haven-side where Asal was.
"There," he said, "is your son-in-law for you Asal, and I swear by my sword that I had more easily killed him thrice than once to bring him thus bound to you." "That is very like," said Asal; "but now hold him to ransom." So the people of Iorroway gave the hound to the Sons of Turenn as a ransom for their King, and the King was released, and friendship and alliance were made between them.

And with joyful hearts the Sons of Turenn bade farewell to the King of Iorroway and to Asal, and departed on their way.