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[Footnote: The signification of the names in this fragment are; Gealchossack, white-legged. Tuathal-Teachtmhar, the surly, but fortunate man. Lambhdearg, b.l.o.o.d.yhand. Ulfadba, long beard. Fichios, the conqueror of men.]
Lamderg! says Firchios son of Aydon, Gealchossa may be on the hill; she and her chosen maids pursuing the flying deer.
Firchios! no noise I hear. No sound in the wood of the hill. No deer fly in my sight; no panting dog pursueth. I see not Gealchossa my love; fair as the full moon setting on the hills of Cromleach. Go, Firchios!
go to Allad, the grey-haired son of the rock. He liveth in the circle of stones; he may tell of Gealchossa.
[Footnote: Allad is plainly a Druid consulted on this occasion.]
Allad! saith Firchios, thou who dwellest in the rock; thou who tremblest alone; what saw thine eyes of age?
I saw, answered Allad the old, Ullin the son of Carbre: He came like a cloud from the hill; he hummed a surly song as he came, like a storm in leafless wood. He entered the hall of the plain. Lamderg, he cried, most dreadful of men! fight, or yield to Ullin.
Lamderg, replied Gealchoffa, Lamderg is not here: he fights the hairy Ulfadha; mighty man, he is not here. But Lamderg never yields; he will fight the son of Carbre. Lovely art thou, O daughter of Tuathal-Teachvar!
said Ullin. I carry thee to the house of Carbre; the valiant shall have Gealchossa. Three days from the top of Cromleach will I call Lamderg to fight. The fourth, you belong to Ullin, if Lamderg die, or fly my sword.
Allad! peace to thy dreams!--found the horn, Firchios!--Ullin may hear, and meet me on the top of Cromleach.
Lamderg rushed on like a storm.
On his spear he leaped over rivers. Few were his strides up the hill. The rocks fly back from his heels; loud cras.h.i.+ng they bound to the plain. His armour, his buckler rung. He hummed a surly song, like the noise of the falling stream. Dark as a cloud he stood above; his arms, like meteors, shone.
From the summit of the hill, he rolled a rock. Ullin heard in the hall of Carbre.--
