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    <id>515</id>
    <title>Ferg005</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>
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    <identifier>Ferg005</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Cauldron, Mansion, Emain</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
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    <transcript>﻿The biggest man yet gentlest-countenanced
Of all that rode in Conary&#039;s company.
&quot; Da-Derga he,&quot; said Conary. 

&quot; Ride on,&quot;
Said Cecht. &quot; Street Cualann whereon now we are
Leads straight to Bru&#039;n-Da-Derga, and leads straight
Through and beyond it. &#039;Tis a house of rest
For all that come and go ; where ready still
The traveller finds the wind-dried fuel stack&#039;d,
The cauldron slung, the ale-vat on the floor.
A strong, fast mansion. Seven good doors it has,
And seven good benches betwixt door and door
And seven good couches spread &#039;twixt bench and bench.
All that attend thee now, and all that come—
See where they come along Midluachra track,
The host of Emain, in good time I judge.
Journeying south — shall nothing want for room,
I shall go forward : for my duty it is
To enter first at nightfall, when my king
Comes to his lodging ; and with flint and steel
Kindle the fire whose flame shall guide him home.&quot;
Then forth, at gallop of his steeds, went Cecht ;
While, slower following, Conary was aware
Of three that rode before them on the way.
Red were their coursers and their mantles red,
Red, too, their caps, blood-red —
&quot; Another gaysh,&quot; 
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