"What is this?" asked Conaire. "Easy to say," his people answer. "Easy
to know that the king's law has broken down therein, since the country
has begun to burn."
"Whither shall we betake ourselves?" says Conaire.
"To the Northeast," says his people.
So then they went righthandwise round Tara, and lefthandwise round
Bregia, and the evil beasts of Cerna were hunted by him. But he saw it
not till the chase had ended.
They that made of the world that smoky mist of magic were elves, and
they did so because Conaire's tabus had been violated.
Great fear then fell on Conaire because they had no way to wend save
upon the Road of Midluachair and the Road of Cualu.
So they took their way by the coast of Ireland southward.
Then said Conaire on the Road of Cualu: "whither shall we go tonight?"
"May I succeed in telling thee! my fosterling Conaire," says Mac cecht,
son of Snade Teiched, the champion of Conaire, son of Eterscel. "Oftener
have the men of Erin been contending for thee every night than thou hast
been wandering about for a guesthouse.
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