<> Ferg031 Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg031 Manuscript Ingcel, Cormac, King English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg031 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg031_2.jpg LHL Archive " Alas," said Cecht, " re-fill, and let me bear." But ere they ran another spear-throw, Cecht Cried, " Woe is me ; this ground is all too rough For hope that, running, we shall ever effect Our errand ; and the time is deadly short." Again they filled the cup, and through the dawn Slow breaking, with impatient careful steps Held back their course, Cecht in his troubled mind Revolving how the child might bear his charge Behind him, when his turn should come for use Of both his hands to clear and keep that lane ; When, in the faint light of the growing dawn, Casting his eyes to seaward, lo, the fleet Of Ingcel had set sail ; and, gazing next Up the dim slope before him, on the ridge Between him and Da-Derga's mansion, saw Rise into view a chariot-cavalcade And Conall Carnach in the foremost car. Behind him Cormac son of Conor came And Duftach bearing now a drooping spear, At head of all their sallying armament. Wild, pale, and shame-faced were the looks of all, As men who doubted did they dream or wake, Or were they honest, to be judged, or base. " Cecht, we are late," said Conall, " we and thou. He needs no more of drink who rides within." " Is the king here ? " " 'Tis here that was the king. We found him smothered under heaps of slain Text