Then Lairgnen sent messengers for the birds to Mochaovog, but he would not give them up.
At this Lairgnen was very wroth, and he went himself to Mochaovog, and he found the cleric and the four birds at the altar.

But Lairgnen seized upon the birds by their silver chains, two in each hand dragged them away to the place where Deoca was; and Mochaovog followed them.
But when they came to Deoca and she had laid her hands upon the birds, behold, their covering of feathers fell off and in their places were three shrunken and feeble old men and one lean and withered old woman, fleshless and bloodless from extreme old age.

And Lairgnen was struck with amazement and fear, and went out from that place.
Then Fionnuala said to Mochaovog, "Come now and baptize us quickly, for our end is near.

And if you are grieved at parting from us, know that also to us it is a grief.

Do thou make our grave when we are dead, and place Conn at my right side and Fiachra at my left, and Hugh before my face, for thus they were wont to be when I sheltered them on many a winter night by the tides of Moyle." So Mochaovog baptized the three brethren and their sister; and shortly afterwards they found peace and death, and they were buried even as Fionnuala had said.