"
"I," says Mane Honeyworded, "have the gift of hearing."
"And I," says Mane Unslow, "have the gift of far sight and of judgment."
"'Tis well for you to go thus," say the reavers: "good is that wise."
Then nine men go on till they were on the Hill of Howth, to know what
they might hear and see.
"Be still a while!" says Mane Honeyworded.
"What is that?" asks Mane Unslow.
"The sound of a good king's cavalcade I hear."
"By the gift of far sight, I see," quoth his comrade.
"What seest thou here?"
"I see there," quoth he, "cavalcades splendid, lofty, beautiful,
warlike, foreign, somewhat slender, weary, active, keen, whetted,
vehement, a good course that shakes a great covering of land. They fare
to many heights, with wondrous waters and invers[7]."
[Footnote 7: Mouths of rivers.]
"What are the waters and heights and invers that they traverse?"
"Easy to say: Indeoin, Cult, Cuilten, Mafat, Ammat, Iarmafat, Finne,
Goiste, Guistine. Gray spears over chariots: ivory-hilted swords on
thighs: silvery shields above their elbows.
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