[{"node":{"title":"Ferg025","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg025","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Vengeance, Cecht, Condlongas","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg025","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/Ferg025_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffAre not among you.\"\n\" King,\" said Fergobar,\n\" I die without the vengeance that I vowed.\nThou never lovedst me : but the love thou gavest\nMy hapless brothers, well have they returned.\nAnd both lie outside, slain by their own hands\nRather than join in this cause with me.\" \n\n\" The gods between us judge,\" said Conary.\n\" Cast not his body forth. I loved him once,\nAnd burial he shall have, when, by and by.\nThese comrades of his desperate attempt\nAre chased away.\"\nBut swiftly answered Cecht,\n\" King, they bring fire without : and, see, the stream\nRuns dry before our feet, damm'd off above.\" \n\n\" Then, truly, lords,\" said Conary, \" we may deign\nTo put our swords to much unworthy use.\nCormac Condlongas, take a troop with thee.\nAnd chase them from the house ; and, strangers, ye\nWho rode before me without licence asked ;\nI see ye be musicians ; take your pipes\nAnd sound a royal pibroch, one of you,\nBefore the chief.\"\n\" Yea, mighty king,\" said one,\n\" The strain I play ye shall remember long,\"\nAnd put the mouthpiece to his lips. At once \u2014\nIt seemed as earth and sky were sound alone.\nAnd every sound a maddening battle-call,\nSo spread desire of fight through breast and brain,\nAnd every arm to feat of combat strung.\nForth went the sallying hosts : the hosts within\nHeard the enlarging tumult from their doors \n","Type":"Text"}}]