[{"node":{"title":"Ferg016","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg016","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Massacre, Wayland, Conall","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg016","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/Ferg016_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffIt blazes up, even in the holder's hand,\nAnd through the holder, and the door-planks through.\nFlies forth to sate itself in massacre.\nOurs is the massacre it now would make :\nOur blood it maddens for : sirs, have a care\nHow ye assault where champions such as these\nArmed with the lann of Keltar, wait within.\"\n\" I have a certain blade,\" said Ingcel, \" here ;\nSteel' d by Smith Way land in a Lochlann cave\nWhose temper has not failed me ; and I mean\nTo cut the foul head off this Addercop,\nAnd snap his gadding spear across my knee.\nGo on, and say what more thou sawest within.\" \n\n\" A single warrior on a separate bench\nI saw. Methinks no man was ever born\nSo stately-built, so perfect of his limbs,\nSo hero-like as he. Fair-haired he is\nAnd yellow-bearded, with an eye of blue.\nHe sits apart and wears a wistful look.\nAs if he missed some friend's companionship \n\nThen Ferragon, not waiting question, cried,\n\" Gods ! all the foremost, all the valiantest\nOf Erin's champions, gathered in one place\nFor our destruction, are assembled here !\nThat man is Conall Carnach ; and the friend\nHe looks for vainly with a wistful eye\nIs great Cuchullin : he no more shall share \n","Type":"Text"}}]