<> Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg016 Manuscript Massacre, Wayland, Conall English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg016 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg016_2.jpg LHL Archive It blazes up, even in the holder's hand, And through the holder, and the door-planks through. Flies forth to sate itself in massacre. Ours is the massacre it now would make : Our blood it maddens for : sirs, have a care How ye assault where champions such as these Armed with the lann of Keltar, wait within." " I have a certain blade," said Ingcel, " here ; Steel' d by Smith Way land in a Lochlann cave Whose temper has not failed me ; and I mean To cut the foul head off this Addercop, And snap his gadding spear across my knee. Go on, and say what more thou sawest within." " A single warrior on a separate bench I saw. Methinks no man was ever born So stately-built, so perfect of his limbs, So hero-like as he. Fair-haired he is And yellow-bearded, with an eye of blue. He sits apart and wears a wistful look. As if he missed some friend's companionship Then Ferragon, not waiting question, cried, " Gods ! all the foremost, all the valiantest Of Erin's champions, gathered in one place For our destruction, are assembled here ! That man is Conall Carnach ; and the friend He looks for vainly with a wistful eye Is great Cuchullin : he no more shall share Text