"I swear what my tribe swears, plenteous will be the rain of red blood
over it to-night before the Hostel! That ridged spear above him, many
will there be unto whom to-night, before the Hostel, it will deal drinks
of death. Seven doorways there are out of the house, and Conall Cernach
will contrive to be at each of them, and from no doorway will he be
absent. Three hundred will fall by Conall in his first conflict, besides
a man for each (of his) weapons and one for himself. He will share
prowess with every one in the Hostel, and when he shall happen to sally
upon you from the house, as numerous as hailstones and grass on green
and stars of heaven will be your half-heads and cloven skulls, and your
bones under the point of his sword. He will succeed in escaping though
wounded. Woe to him that shall wreak the Destruction, were it but for
this man only!"
"Ye cannot," says Ingcel. "Clouds," etc.
"And after that whom sawest thou?"
THE ROOM OF CONAIRE HIMSELF
"There I beheld a room, more beautifully decorated than the other rooms
of the house.
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