So when the
king died those three sally out of the Hostel, and deliver a wily stroke
of reaving on the reavers, and fare forth from the Hostel, wounded,
to-broken and maimed.
Touching Mac cecht, however, he went his way till he reached the Well of
Casair, which was near him in Crich Cualann; but of water he found not
therein the full of his cup, that is, Conaire's golden cup which he had
brought in his hand. Before morning he had gone round the chief rivers
of Erin, to wit, Bush, Boyne, Bann, Barrow, Neim, Luae, Laigdae,
Shannon, Suir, Sligo, Samair, Find, Ruirthech, Slaney, and in them he
found not the full of his cup of water.
Then before morning he had travelled to the chief lakes of Erin, to wit,
Lough Derg, Loch Luimnig, Lough Foyle, Lough Mask, Long Corrib, Loch
Laig, Loch Cuan, Lough Neagh, Morloch, and of water he found not therein
the full of his cup.
He went his way till he reached Uaran Garad on Magh Ai. It could not
hide itself from him: so he brought thereout the full of his cup, and
the boy fell under his covering.
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