[{"node":{"title":"Ferg005","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg005","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cauldron, Mansion, Emain","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg005","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg005_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThe biggest man yet gentlest-countenanced\nOf all that rode in Conary's company.\n\" Da-Derga he,\" said Conary. \n\n\" Ride on,\"\nSaid Cecht. \" Street Cualann whereon now we are\nLeads straight to Bru'n-Da-Derga, and leads straight\nThrough and beyond it. 'Tis a house of rest\nFor all that come and go ; where ready still\nThe traveller finds the wind-dried fuel stack'd,\nThe cauldron slung, the ale-vat on the floor.\nA strong, fast mansion. Seven good doors it has,\nAnd seven good benches betwixt door and door\nAnd seven good couches spread 'twixt bench and bench.\nAll that attend thee now, and all that come\u2014\nSee where they come along Midluachra track,\nThe host of Emain, in good time I judge.\nJourneying south \u2014 shall nothing want for room,\nI shall go forward : for my duty it is\nTo enter first at nightfall, when my king\nComes to his lodging ; and with flint and steel\nKindle the fire whose flame shall guide him home.\"\nThen forth, at gallop of his steeds, went Cecht ;\nWhile, slower following, Conary was aware\nOf three that rode before them on the way.\nRed were their coursers and their mantles red,\nRed, too, their caps, blood-red \u2014\n\" Another gaysh,\" \n","Type":"Text"}}]