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"My wounds are not white, thou old hero," says Conall.
He shews him his shield-arm, whereon were thrice fifty wounds: this is
what was inflicted upon it. The shield that guarded it is what saved it.
But the right arm had been played upon, as far as two thirds thereof,
since the shield had not been guarding it. That arm was mangled and
maimed and wounded and pierced, save that the sinews kept it to the body
without separation.
"That arm fought tonight, my son," says Amorgein.
"True is that, thou old hero," says Conall Cernach. "Many there are unto
whom it gave drinks of death tonight in front of the Hostel."
Now as to the reavers, every one of them that escaped from the Hostel
went to the cairn which they had built on the night before last, and
they brought thereout a stone for each man not mortally wounded. So this
is what they lost by death at the Hostel, a man for every stone that is
(now) in Carn Lecca.
It endeth: Amen: it endeth.
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