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swear what my tribe swears, that many will be the dead by them around
the Hostel.
And they will escape from it although they are wounded. Woe to him who
shall wreak the Destruction were it only because of that band! And
afterwards whom sawest thou there?"
LE FRI FLAITH SON OF CONAIRE, WHOSE LIKENESS THIS IS
"There I beheld a red-freckled boy in a purple cloak. He is always
a-wailing in the house. A stead wherein is the king of a cantred, whom
each man takes from bosom to bosom.
"So he is with a blue silvery chair under his seat in the midst of the
house, and he always a-wailing. Truly then, sad are his household
listening to him! Three heads of hair on that boy, and these are the
three: green hair and purple hair and all-golden hair. I know not
whether they are many appearances which the hair receives, or whether
they are three kinds of hair which are naturally upon him. But I know
that evil is the thing he dreads to-night. I beheld thrice fifty boys on
silvern chairs around him, and there were fifteen bulrushes in the hand
of that red-freckled boy, with a thorn at the end of each of the rushes.
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