It will be flung into the Hostel thrice,
and thrice will it be flung forth. Woe to him that comes! woe to him
with whom one goes! woe to him to whom one goes! wretches are they that
go! wretches are they to whom they go!"
"There is nothing that will come to me," says Ingcel, "in place of my
mother and my father and my seven brothers, and the king of my district,
whom ye destroyed with me. There is nothing that I shall not endure
henceforward."
"Though a ... should go through them," say Ger and Gabur and Fer rogain,
"the Destruction will be wrought by thee to-night."
"Woe to him who shall put them under the hands of foes!" says Lomna.
"And whom sawest thou afterwards?"
THE ROOM OF THE PICTS, THIS
"I saw another room there, with a huge trio in it: three brown, big men:
three round heads of hair on them, even, equally long at nape and
forehead. Three short black cowls about them reaching to their elbows:
long hoods were on the cowls. Three black, huge swords they had, and
three black shields they bore, with three dark broad-green javelins
above them.
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