[{"node":{"title":"Ferg031","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg031","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ingcel, Cormac, King","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg031","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/Ferg031_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\" Alas,\" said Cecht, \" re-fill, and let me bear.\"\nBut ere they ran another spear-throw, Cecht\nCried, \" Woe is me ; this ground is all too rough\nFor hope that, running, we shall ever effect\nOur errand ; and the time is deadly short.\"\nAgain they filled the cup, and through the dawn\nSlow breaking, with impatient careful steps\nHeld back their course, Cecht in his troubled mind\nRevolving how the child might bear his charge\nBehind him, when his turn should come for use\nOf both his hands to clear and keep that lane ;\nWhen, in the faint light of the growing dawn,\nCasting his eyes to seaward, lo, the fleet\nOf Ingcel had set sail ; and, gazing next\nUp the dim slope before him, on the ridge\nBetween him and Da-Derga's mansion, saw\nRise into view a chariot-cavalcade\nAnd Conall Carnach in the foremost car.\nBehind him Cormac son of Conor came\nAnd Duftach bearing now a drooping spear,\nAt head of all their sallying armament.\nWild, pale, and shame-faced were the looks of all,\nAs men who doubted did they dream or wake,\nOr were they honest, to be judged, or base.\n\" Cecht, we are late,\" said Conall, \" we and thou.\nHe needs no more of drink who rides within.\"\n\" Is the king here ? \"\n\" 'Tis here that was the king.\nWe found him smothered under heaps of slain \n","Type":"Text"}}]