"And so it was arranged that Nuadha should come to Roinnastruffan, where Miach had his stone hut (laboratory), and there Miach caused Nuadha to lie down upon a couch which he had prepared for him. He then kindled a fire of herbs, which filled the little house with smoke, thick and sweet smelling, and Nuadha became unconscious. Miach then took the severed hand, which his father, Diancecht, had carefully preserved with herbs, so that it might neither wither nor decay, and laid it to the place where it had been of old, the while he chanted; 'Joint to joint and sinew to sinew,' and left Nuadha alone in his sleep for seventy-two hours. When the young leech returned to the hut he found, as he had expected, that the hand had again grown to the stump, and he folded the hands of the unconscious man so that the restored hand lay upon the sleeper's heart. Then the leech pronounced a terrible incantation and blood began to flow form the arm into the hand, but the bones were still stiff, and Miach, taking from his sporan a white powder made from the ashes of bulrushes, rubbed the hand. Massage went on for seventy-two more hours, and them Nuadha awoke, and, quite as though he had never been mutilated; he extended his hand and grasped a sword that Miach had placed beside his couch. For some moments he was stupefied with wonder and joy, then, leaping to his feet, he embraced the leech, hugging him until with tears of happiness he cried out for mercy. He gave Miach many gifts, and thanked Diancecht for having preserved the hand and having made thus its restoration possible. King Nuadha, " continued the chief of Moytura, "is now awaiting at Miach's dun, in Roinnastruffan, the pleasure of this assembly. He is again without blemish, and I know that the Dé Danann will have no other king."

As he finished a rapturous roar re-echoed through Tara's halls " We will have no King but Nuadha. Long live King Nuadha." A few days later Nuadha was crowned king of Tara, and the stone of Fal-the Lia Fail, roared loudly as he stood upon it and received the diadem from the chief druid. There was joy that day in all the homes of Erin, Firbolg and Dé Danann. Then King Nuadha ordered that all the chieftains should return to their homes, make what preparations they could for the impending struggle, and return at the end of six months with a certain account of what assistance each could give in defending their country from the threats of the terrible and immediate war.

The six months passed quickly for the busy Dé Danann, and they assembled once more at Tara. King Nuadha made a great feast for the assembled once more at Tara. King Nuadha made a great feast for the assemble chiefs; but no man's face was cheerful, for the shadow of the impending invasion hung over the banquet. There was, however, at that moment, making his way to Tara, a youthful warrior whose name was to live for ages: the champion was none other than the mighty Lugh Lamh Fada, the hero of the battle of Maghtura.