[{"node":{"title":"Ferg008","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg008","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Erin, Firewood, Cualann","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg008","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/Ferg008_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffPoets, belike, or judges. After these\nHeralds, it seem'd, or high apparitors\nThat give the world to know a great one comes\nHe in the third car rode ; an aged man.\nFull-grey, majestical, of face serene.\nFollowed by household numerous and strong,\nCooks, butlers, door- wards, cup-bearers, and grooms.\nWhat heard ye ? \" \n\n\" From a vast hall's open doors\nThe stroke of steel on flint at kindling fire ;\nAnd every stroke so sounded as the arm\nThat gave it were a giant's, and every shower\nOf sparks it shed \u2014 as if a summer sky\nLightened at eve \u2014 illumined the dusk around.\"\n\" What this, good Ferragon, who best of all\nKnowest Erin hill and valley, things and men } \"\nSaid Ingcel. Ferragon made answer slow,\n(For, first, his soul said this within himself,\n\" Oh, royal brother, that it be not thou ! \") \u2014\n\" I know not what may be this open hall\nWith fire at hand unless, belike, it be\nDa-Derga's guest-house, which, for all who come\nBy Cualann Street, stands open, wherein still\nFirewood stands stack' d and brazen cauldron hangs\nSlung ready, and clear water running through ;\nBruidin-Da-Derga.\"\n\" And the man who strikes\nThe flint and steel to kindle fire therein ? \" \n\n\" I know not if it be not that he be\nSome king's fore-runner, sent before a king\nTo kindle fire ere yet the king himself \n","Type":"Text"}}]