The storm, ever ready to capture Étaín, gathered her up once more, and, for another seven years, Étaín knew no rest, until it blew her in the window of a banquet hall of a mortal King. The butterfly Étaín rested on one of the rafters of the hall, but so tired and exhausted was Étaín, that she fell off the rafter and landed in the goblet of the King’s wife. The King’s wife drank the wine without even noticing the butterfly Étaín in it.
Nine months later the mortal King and Queen had a daughter and they named her Étaín, and she was the most beautiful child to be seen, just as beautiful as she had been in her previous life. Étaín grew into a beautiful woman and looked just as she did, but she couldn’t remember anything of her old life. Being so beautiful, she had many admirers, but Eochnaidh, the High King of Ireland at the time, wooed her and made her his wife. Together they returned home to Tara.
Sometime later, Étaín was walking the fields around her home in Tara, when she came across a stranger. Midhir, who had been searching all this time, was delighted to have found Étaín again. He soon realised that Étaín didn’t recognise him, and had no memory of her life before. He tried to convince her of who he was, but she chose to stay with Eochnaidh. Soon afterwards, she was troubled by dreams of Midhir and Brí Leith.