Thereafter Mac cecht, having cleansed the slaughter, at the end of the
third day, set forth, and he dragged Conaire with him on his back, and
buried him at Tara, as some say. Then Mac cecht departed into Connaught,
to his own country, that he might work his cure in Mag Brengair.
Wherefore the name clave to the plain from Mac cecht's misery, that is,
Mag Bren-guir.
Now Conall Cernach escaped from the Hostel, and thrice fifty spears had
gone through the arm which upheld his shield. He fared forth till he
reached his father's house, with half his shield in his hand, and his
sword, and the fragments of his two spears. Then he found his father
before his garth in Taltiu.
"Swift are the wolves that have hunted thee, my son," saith his father.
"'Tis this that has wounded us, thou old hero, an evil conflict with
warriors," Conall Cernach replied.
"Hast thou then news of Da Derga's Hostel?" asked Amorgin. "Is thy lord
alive?"
"He is _not_ alive," says Conall.
"I swear to God what the great tribes of Ulaid swear, it is cowardly for
the man who went thereout alive, having left his lord with his foes
in death.
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