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    <title>Ferg011</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>Ferg011</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Trial, Adventure, Cormac</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
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    <transcript>﻿&quot; What think&#039;st thou, Ferragon ? &quot; 

&quot; The gentlest speech
Within doors gives the loudest cheer afield.
Methinks to spoil this house will try our strength.&quot; 

&quot; And it shall try it : and our strength shall bear
That and worse trial. Say, what sawest thou next
Within the house ? Begin from the right hand.&quot; 

&quot; To rightward of the great door in the midst
A bench I saw : ten warriors sat thereon.
The captain of the ten was thus. His brow
Thick and high arching o&#039;er a gray clear eye :
A face long-oval, broader-boned above :
A man whose look bespoke adventure past
And days of danger welcome yet to come,
Though sadden&#039;d somewhat, haply by remorse
For blood ill-spilt or broken vows or both.
His mantle green, his brooch and sword-hilt gold.&quot;
&quot; What captain this, conceiv&#039;st thou, Ferragon .&#039;&#039; &quot;
&quot; I know him ; verily a man of might ;
A man of name renown&#039;d in field and hall ;
Cormac Condlongas, long the banish&#039;d son
Of Conor son of Nessa. When his sire
Through love of Deirdre broke his guarantees
Pledged to his step-sire, Fergus son of Roy,
For Usnach&#039;s sons&#039; safe-conduct, Cormac, he.
Through love of Fergus and through stronger love 
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