[{"node":{"title":"Ferg029","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg029","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Butler, Groom, Shepherds","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg029","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/Ferg029_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffUprose his three good sons, and doff'd their cloaks\nOf Syrian purple, and assumed their arms\nCourageously and princely, and uprose\nHuge Cecht at left-hand of the king, and held\nHis buckler broad in front. From every side,\nThinn'd though they were, guardsman and charioteer,\nSteward and butler, cupbearer and groom,\nThronged into martial file, and forth they went\nRight valiantly and royally. The band\nThey left behind them, drawing freer breath, \u2014\nAs sheltering shepherds in a cave who hear\nThe rattle and the crash of circling thunder, \u2014\nHeard the king's onset and his hearty cheer.\nThe tumult, and the sounding strokes of Cecht,\nThree times go round the house, and every time\nThrough overthrow of falling enemies.\nAnd all exulted in the kindling hope\nOf victory and rescue, till again\nThe sallying host returned ; all hot they were ;\nAnd Conar}' in the doorway entering last\nExclaimed, \" A drink, a drink ! \" and cast himself\nPanting upon his couch.\n\" Ye cupbearers,\"\nCried Cecht, \" be nimble : fetch the king a drink :\nWell has he earned this thirst.\" The cupbearers\nRan hither, thither ; every vat they tried.\nAnd every vessel \u2014 timber, silver, gold, \u2014\nBut drink was nowhere found, nor wine nor ale\nNor water \" All has gone to quench the fire.\nThere is not left of liquor in the house\nOne drop ; nor runs there water, since the stream\nWas damm'd and turned aside by Ingcel's men,\nNearer than Tiprad-Casra ; and the way\nThither is long and rugged, and the foe\nSwarms thick between.\"\n\" Who now among you here\nWill issue forth, and fetch your king a drink ? \"\nSaid Cecht. One answered,\n\" Wherefore not thyself ? \"\n\" My place is here,\" said Cecht, \" by my king's side :\nHis sidesman I.\"\n\" Good papa Cecht, a drink,\nA drink, or I am sped ! \" cried Conary. \n","Type":"Text"}}]