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    <id>514</id>
    <title>Ferg004</title>
    <updated>Monday, June 27, 2016 - 12:15</updated>
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    <collections>Conary</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1880</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Saturday, March 12, 2016</date>
    <format>TIFF</format>
    <identifier>Ferg004</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Highway, Evil, Undone</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
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    <transcript>﻿There, choice of highway waits us, north or south.&quot;
Northward they rode. &quot; What be these moving brakes
Before us ? Nay, &#039;tis but a running drove
Of antler&#039; d stags. Whence come they ? and whence
come
These darkening flights of fowl above our heads ? &quot;
&quot; These the wild brood of Clane-Milcarna&#039;s dens : &quot;
Replied the druid. &quot;It is another gaysh
For Tara&#039;s King to see them leave their lairs
After mid-day ; and ill will come of it,&quot;
&quot; Omens of evil gather round my path,
Though thought of evil in my breast is none,&quot;
Said Conary, and heaved a heavy sigh ;
&quot; Yet, since I reign by law, and holy men
Charged with the keeping of the law, declare
Thou shalt not so-and-so, at such a time
Do or leave undone, it beseems not me
To question for what end the law is so :
Though, were it but a human ordinance,
&#039;Twere, haply, counted childish : but, go to,
I own another violated gaysh ;
I pray forgiveness of offended Heaven ;
And, since some fierce invading enemy —
Misguided brothers, that it be not you ! —
Bars our approach to Tara, let us choose
Cualann highroad ; for Cualann-ward there dwells
One whom I once befriended ; and I know
His home will give me shelter for to-night,
Knew I aright the way that leads to it.&quot;
&quot; Name of the man, oh King ? &quot; demanded Cecht
(Fly ye, foes all, fly ye before the face
Of Cecht, the battle-sidesman of the King ! ) 
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