Thrice fifty men had they as pupils when they (the pupils) were
were-wolfing in the province of Connaught, until Maine Milscothach's
swineherd saw them, and he had never seen that before. He went in
flight. When they heard him they pursued him. The swineherd shouted, and
the people of the two Maines came to him, and the thrice fifty men were
arrested, along with their auxiliaries, and taken to Tara. They
consulted the king concerning the matter, and he said: "Let each
(father) slay his son, but let my fosterlings be spared."
"Leave, leave!" says every one: "it shall be done for thee."
"Nay indeed," quoth he; "no 'cast of life' by me is the doom I have
delivered. The men shall not be hung; but let veterans go with them that
they may wreak their rapine on the men of Alba."
This they do. Thence they put to sea and met the son of the king of
Britain, even Ingcel the One-eyed, grandson of Conmac: thrice fifty men
and their veterans they met upon the sea.
They make an alliance, and go with Ingcel and wrought rapine with him.
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