A man of great
might is that man. Thrice nine will fall by him in his first encounter,
and he will share prowess with every one in the Hostel, and he will
chance to escape therefrom though wounded. What then? Even on account of
this man only the Destruction should not be wrought."
"Long live he who should spare him!" says Lomna Druth.
"Ye cannot," says Ingcel, etc.
THE ROOM OF THE SWINEHERDS
"I beheld a trio in the front of the house: three dark crowntufts on
them: three green frocks around them: three dark mantles over them:
three forked ...(?) above them on the side of the wall. Six black
greaves they had on the mast. Who are yon, O Fer rogain?"
"Easy to say," answers Fer rogain: "the three swineherds of the king,
Dub and Donn and Dorcha: three brothers are they, three sons of Mapher
of Tara. Long live he who should protect them! woe to him who shall slay
them! for greater would be the triumph of protecting them than the
triumph of slaying them!"
"Ye cannot," says Ingcel, etc.
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