The Tuatha de Danaan were well pleased with that offer, for they thought
that by the powers of their enchantments over the winds and the sea, and
by their arts, they would be well able to keep them from ever setting
foot in the country again.
So the Sons of the Gael did as Amergin bade them and they went back into
their ship and drew up their anchors, and moved out to the length of
nine waves from the shore. And as soon as the Men of Dea saw they had
left the land, they took to their enchantments and spells, and they
raised a great wind that scattered the ships of the Gael, and drove them
from one another. But Amergin knew it was not a natural storm was in
it, and Arranan, son of Miled, knew that as well, and he went up in the
mast of his ship to look about him. But a great blast of wind came
against him, and he fell back into the ship and died on the moment. And
there was great confusion on the Gael, for the ships were tossed to and
fro, and had like to be lost. And the ship that Donn, son of Miled, was
in command of was parted from the others by the dint of the storm, and
was broken in pieces, and he himself and all with him were drowned,
four-and-twenty men and women in all. And Ir, son of Miled, came to his
death in the same way, and his body was cast on the shore, and it was
buried in a small island that is now called Sceilg Michill. A brave man
Ir was, leading the Sons of the Gael to the front of every battle, and
their help and their shelter in battle, and his enemies were in dread of
his name.
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