"
"Judgment goes with good times," says Conaire. "I had a friend in this
country, if only we knew the way to his house!"
"What is his name?" asked Mac cecht.
"Da Derga of Leinster," answered Conaire. "He came unto me to seek a
gift from me, and he did not come with a refusal. I gave him a hundred
kine of the drove. I gave him a hundred fatted swine. I gave him a
hundred mantles made of close cloth. I gave him a hundred blue-coloured
weapons of battle. I gave him ten red, gilded brooches. I gave him ten
vats good and brown. I gave him ten thralls. I gave him ten querns. I
gave him thrice nine hounds all-white in their silvern chains. I gave
him a hundred racehorses in the herds of deer. There would be no
abatement in his case though he should come again. He would make return.
It is strange if he is surly to me tonight when reaching his abode."
"When I was acquainted with his house," says Mac cecht, "the road
whereon thou art going towards him was the boundary of his abode. It
continues till it enters his house, for through the house passes the
road.
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