What is thy name, O woman?"
"Cailb," she answers.
"That is not much of a name," says Conaire.
"Lo, many are my names besides."
"Which be they?" asks Conaire.
"Easy to say," quoth she. "Samon, Sinand, Seisclend, Sodb, Caill, Coll,
Dichoem, Dichiuil, Dithim, Dichuimne, Dichruidne, Dairne, Darine,
Deruaine, Egem, Agam, Ethamne, Gnim, Cluiche, Cethardam, Nith, Nemain,
Noennen, Badb, Blosc, B[l]oar, Huae, oe Aife la Sruth, Mache,
Mede, Mod."
On one foot, and holding up one hand, and breathing one breath she sang
all that to them from the door of the house.
"I swear by the gods whom I adore," says Conaire, "that I will call thee
by none of these names whether I shall be here a long or a short time."
"What dost thou desire?" says Conaire.
"That which thou, too, desirest," she answered.
"'Tis a tabu of mine," says Conaire, "to receive the company of one
woman after sunset."
"Though it be a tabu," she replied, "I will not go until my guesting
come at once this very night.
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