"Nobly, O men of Art," he said, "have ye offered your skill to your country; but all have not yet spoken. There are some with whom I have held council already, and they have given me great cause for joy. I would have all tell their purpose. Thou, O Credne the Brazier, what wilt you do?"
"Not hard for me to day," answered Credne. "Rivets for spears, hilts for swords, bosses and rims for shields ­ I will supply them all."
"And thou, O Luchtaine, what wilt thou do?" questioned Lugh.
"Whatever shields and javelin shafts shall be needed during the battle I will supply," promptly answered Luchtaine.
"Next," said Lugh, "I call upon Gobniu, smith and carpenter."
"O king and warriors," said the smith and wright, "though the men of Erin be in battle to the end of seven years, whatever spear parts from its shaft of sword breaks from its hilt, I shall mend forthwith. No spear-point which my hand shall forge shall make a missing cast; no skin which it pierces shall taste life thereafter. That is more than Dulb, smith of the Fomorians, can do."
There again was a burst of cheering, and when it subsided Lugh again asked: "And thou, O Diancecht, what power canst thou wield?"
"Not hard to say," replied the leech. "Not a man shall be wounded but I will make him whole for battle on the morrow, unless his head be cut off, or his brains spilled, or his spinal marrow severed."
"And thou, O Corpre, poet of the Dé Dananns, what wilt thou do?" continued Lugh.
"I will stand upon one foot, stretch out one arm, close one eye, and recite a glam dicinn, a rhyme calling a curse on the Fomorians," replied the poet, while he postured as if he were about to do as he said.
Lugh turned to Ogma and addressed him: "O Ogma, what wilt thou do in the battle?"
"That is not hard to say," replied Ogma. "I will concern myself with repelling the High King of the Fomorians and his bodyguard of twenty-seven picked men."

Lugh had now given to the whole assembly a fairly good idea of their collective resources and powers, and the king, after some more discussion, dismissed the assembly, telling all to meet him again in one year, at Moytura, on the Feast of Samhain, i.e., November Day. He advised every person to practice the art in which he excelled, and through which he hoped to aid his countrymen in their struggle for independence, and those especially who were to bear arms he advised to practise and organise, until every man capable of bearing arms was trained and marshalled at Moytura, on the great pagan festival of Samhain ­ now All Saints Day.

Nuadha had heard of the great preparations amongst the Fomorians and of their boast that they would muster so many Fomorian ships that there would be a bridge of boats from Tory to Ireland, and he planned to allow them to land and then destroy them all in a single battle.