It is possible that the sorcerer of druid meant that he would bring a mystic mist upon the hills, as the druids did with St. Patrick many years afterwards, and in this way lead the Fomorians astray, dispersing them amongst the hills and causing thus their downfall. The king spoke again:
"Let Drucht the Cupbearer say what he and his fellows will wield." "Not difficult to say," replied Drucht, standing as his name was called. "We will bring a mighty thirst upon the Fomorians, and they shall not find drink to quench it. Before them we will place the twelve chief lakes of Erin, and in them the Fomorians shall find no water: in Lough Derg, Lough Luimnigh, Lough Corrib, Lough Ri, Lough Mask, Strangford Lough, Laeg, Lough Neagh, Lough Foyle, Lough Gara, Lough Reagh, Marloch. Likewise, if the enemy betake themselves to the twelve chief rivers, the Bush, Boyne, Baa, Nem, Lee, Shannon, Moy, Sligo, Erne, Finn, Liffey, Suir, these rivers will be hidden, so that there shall not be a drop of water in any of them. On the other hand, drink shall be plentiful for the Dé Dananns, although they remain in battle to the end of seven years."

It will be remembered that it was thirst that was the indirect cause of King Eochaidh Mac Erc's death, and in and old tract called "The Life of MaCreehy," of Liscannor, Co. clare, there is related a story of how MaCreehy brought a thist on the King of Connacht which caused such distress to the king that for a cup of cold water he delivered to the Claremen all the booty he had taken from the men of Clare, and the very name of this druid, Drucht, is still applied to thirst in Erin.

The king again spoke: "The thanks of thy countrymen are to thee, O Drucht. We have not yet heard from all the wizards of the Dé Dananns. Let Figol, Bechulle and O Diannan, arise and speak." Three men of middle age arose from the company and advanced to the king's seat. In their hands they bore wands peeled of their bark. They wore long white tunics partly covered with cloaks. The cloaks of two of these brothers were red; that of the other was blue. Each cloak was beautifully embroidered with circles of gold thread, and the soles of their bare feet were protected by sandals. Figol, the oldest of the three brothers, spoke for all:
"O Nuadha," he said, saluting the king with a deep bow; "if the coming battle fares ill for the Dé Dananns, we will enchant trees, stones and grass, that they may seem a host in arms marching against the Fomorians. We will cause three showers of fire to pour into the faces of the enemy, and we will take out of them two-thirds of their valour and their bravery and their strength, so that they shall be overthrown by our might, and their heroes slain. But with every breath that the Dé Dananns draw, our countrymen shall have increase of strength and of bravery, and they shall not be weary even if they continue fighting for seven years."
The three wizards retired to their seats amidst tumultuous applause, and instantly An Daghda Mór leaped to his feet and shouted in a great voice:
"The power which ye boast I will wield it all myself." There was much merriment at this, and the Dé Dananns all cheered their favourite champion wildly.
"Thou art the Daghda, Good Hand," they cried enthusiastically. "I will take the side of the men of Erin in mutual smiting and destruction and wizardry, and as many as hailstones under the feet of horses shall be the bones of the enemy under my club when we meet on the battlefield of Moytura," he continued.
There was much laughter and wild cheering as An Daghda Mór sat down, then, at a sign from Nuadha, a musical branch hung with silver bells was shaken to demand silence, and Lugh rose to speak.