[{"node":{"title":"Ferg028","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg028","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Druid, Childhood, Gods","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg028","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/Ferg028_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Gods ! can it be,\" said Conary, \" that my chiefs\nDesert me in this peril ! \"\n\" King,\" said Cecht,\n\" Escape who will, we here desert thee not.\"\n\" Oh, never will I think that Conall fled,\"\nSaid Ferflath. \" He is brave and kind and true,\nAnd promised me he would return again.\nIt is these wicked sprites of fairy-land\nWho have beguiled the chiefs away from us.\"\n\" Alack,\" the Druid cried ; \" he speaks the truth :\nHe has the seer's insight which the gods\nVouchsafe to eyes of childhood. We are lost ;\nAnd for thy fault, oh Conary, the gods\nHave given us over to the spirits who dwell\nBeneath the earth.\"\n\" Deserted I may be.\nNot yet disheartened, nor debased in soul,\"\nSaid Conary \" My sons are with me still,\nAnd thou, my faithful sidesman, and you all\nCompanions and partakers of my days\nOf glory and of power munificent,\nI pray the gods forgiveness if in aught,\nWeighty or trifling, I have done amiss ;\nBut here I stand, and will defend my life.\nLet come against me power of earth or hell.\nAll but the gods themselves the righteous ones,\nWhom I revere.\" \n\n\" My king,\" said Cecht, \" the knaves\nSwarm thick as gnats at every door again,\nBehoves us make a circuit, for ourselves.\nAround the house ; for so our fortune stands\nThat we have left us nothing else to choose\nBut, out of doors, to beat them oflF, or burn\nWithin doors ; for they fire the house anew.\"\nThen uprose kingly Conary himself\nAnd put his helmet on his sacred head,\nAnd took his good sharp weapon in his hand,\nAnd braced himself for battle long disused. \n","Type":"Text"}}]