In Conaire's reign are the three crowns on Erin,
namely, crown of corn-ears, and crown of flowers, and crown of oak mast.
In his reign, too, each man deems the other's voice as melodious as the
strings of lutes, because of the excellence of the law and the peace
and the goodwill prevailing throughout Erin. May God not bring that man
there tonight! 'Tis sad to destroy him. 'Tis _'a branch through its
blossom,'_ 'Tis _a swine that falls before mast._ 'Tis _an infant in
age._ Sad is the shortness of his life!"
"This was my luck," says Ingcel, "that he should be there, and there
should be one Destruction for another. It were not more grievous to me
than my father and my mother and my seven brothers, and the king of my
country, whom I gave up to you before coming on the transfer of
the rapine."
"'Tis true, 'tis true!" say the evildoers who were along with the
reavers.
The reavers make a start from the Strand of Fuirbthe, and bring a stone
for each man to make a cairn; for this was the distinction which at
first the Fians made between a "Destruction" and a "Rout.
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