<> Ferg029 Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg029 Manuscript Butler, Groom, Shepherds English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg029 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg029_2.jpg LHL Archive Uprose his three good sons, and doff'd their cloaks Of Syrian purple, and assumed their arms Courageously and princely, and uprose Huge Cecht at left-hand of the king, and held His buckler broad in front. From every side, Thinn'd though they were, guardsman and charioteer, Steward and butler, cupbearer and groom, Thronged into martial file, and forth they went Right valiantly and royally. The band They left behind them, drawing freer breath, — As sheltering shepherds in a cave who hear The rattle and the crash of circling thunder, — Heard the king's onset and his hearty cheer. The tumult, and the sounding strokes of Cecht, Three times go round the house, and every time Through overthrow of falling enemies. And all exulted in the kindling hope Of victory and rescue, till again The sallying host returned ; all hot they were ; And Conar}' in the doorway entering last Exclaimed, " A drink, a drink ! " and cast himself Panting upon his couch. " Ye cupbearers," Cried Cecht, " be nimble : fetch the king a drink : Well has he earned this thirst." The cupbearers Ran hither, thither ; every vat they tried. And every vessel — timber, silver, gold, — But drink was nowhere found, nor wine nor ale Nor water " All has gone to quench the fire. There is not left of liquor in the house One drop ; nor runs there water, since the stream Was damm'd and turned aside by Ingcel's men, Nearer than Tiprad-Casra ; and the way Thither is long and rugged, and the foe Swarms thick between." " Who now among you here Will issue forth, and fetch your king a drink ? " Said Cecht. One answered, " Wherefore not thyself ? " " My place is here," said Cecht, " by my king's side : His sidesman I." " Good papa Cecht, a drink, A drink, or I am sped ! " cried Conary. Text