<> Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg025 Manuscript Vengeance, Cecht, Condlongas English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg025 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg025_2.jpg LHL Archive Are not among you." " King," said Fergobar, " I die without the vengeance that I vowed. Thou never lovedst me : but the love thou gavest My hapless brothers, well have they returned. And both lie outside, slain by their own hands Rather than join in this cause with me." " The gods between us judge," said Conary. " Cast not his body forth. I loved him once, And burial he shall have, when, by and by. These comrades of his desperate attempt Are chased away." But swiftly answered Cecht, " King, they bring fire without : and, see, the stream Runs dry before our feet, damm'd off above." " Then, truly, lords," said Conary, " we may deign To put our swords to much unworthy use. Cormac Condlongas, take a troop with thee. And chase them from the house ; and, strangers, ye Who rode before me without licence asked ; I see ye be musicians ; take your pipes And sound a royal pibroch, one of you, Before the chief." " Yea, mighty king," said one, " The strain I play ye shall remember long," And put the mouthpiece to his lips. At once — It seemed as earth and sky were sound alone. And every sound a maddening battle-call, So spread desire of fight through breast and brain, And every arm to feat of combat strung. Forth went the sallying hosts : the hosts within Heard the enlarging tumult from their doors Text