Celts: Kings and Druids
"If I break faith with thee,
Sky fall upon me,
Sea drown me,
may the Earth rise
and swallow me." - Celtic oath
great Celtic oath calls the very elements to witness. The Celts held a
primal holistic concept
of deity. They regarded "the
Elements" as the most powerful manifestations of the gods, not to be
great oath is a most solemn pledge to the elements to destroy those who do not
keep their word.
The state of the land is always
a reflection of the kingly rule.
Omens in the sky, the soil no
longer growing crops, the rains coming at the
unseasonable cold and hot waves,
all pointed to poor stewardship on the part of the king who directed the
activities of the people.
Or did these omens point to a bad adviser
"Good is his reign. Since he assumed the
kingship, no cloud has veiled the sun for the space of a day from the middle of
spring to the middle of autumn. Not a dewdrop has fallen from grass till
The word druid (Irish drui, Welsh
derwydd) is derived from the Sanskrit: veda - to see or know, combined
with the word for Oak: Gaulish
dervo, Irish dour, Welsh derw. The words for wood and
wisdom are very close: Irish fid and fios mean
tree and knowledge; Welsh
gwydd and gwyddon mean
This close connection suggests that wé should think of
the druid as 'a knower of the tree' or 'the
tree-sage', which would give
ús a closer feel of what the druid really was -
a seer of great
knowledge, whose closeness to the natural world put him or her in the
position of a Walker
of the Thinspace between the
subconscious of mankind and
the unseen collective consciousness of
The druids, sons and
daughters of the Oak, were
distinct by reason of their gifts.
Male and female druids were gifted
people who exhibited excellence in various arts (talents or skills) while
maintaining shamanic roles.
Druids were the repositories of wisdom/knowledge.
searched for deeper
understanding in the patterns revealed throughout Nature, used that
wisdom/knowledge to note the right time for spring sowing or the prognosis of
an injured limb.
Some druids specialized in branches of
Nature, becoming judges,
battle strategists as
well as advisers to kings.
A druid was a man or woman of natural wisdom whose advice was sought on
all matters of daily life, one who perhaps also fulfilled a
craft, one who was married and had
a family, one who brought the people together for common celebrations.
In the druid we see the earliest form of
tribal leadership - which was
spiritual rather than
The distinctions between king and druid are sometimes
blurred in Celtic tradition.
For though the king is the assumed leader
of his people, it is the druid who really rules, for his or her word is
Rome banned the Druidic arts
or crafts after sacking of the Druid's centre at Anglesey in AD 64.
function of the seer or
fáithi, to divine the affairs of humans through a close
Nature, is one still very much associated with people of Celtic extraction,
many of whom possess 'the second sight'.
Da Derga's HostileFour men in chariots were on the plain
of Liffey at their game, Conaire himself and
his three foster brothers. His fosterers aprise him that he might go to the
The Druid beheld a man stark naked passing along the road of
Tara, with a stone in his sling.
Conaire left his foster brothers at
their game, and turned his
chariot and his charioteer until he was in Dublin.
There he saw great white-speckled
birds, of unusual size and
color and beauty.
Conaire pursues them while his horses grow tired.
The birds would go a
spear cast before him, and would not go any further.
Conaire goes after
them until he is at the sea. Conaire alights and takes his sling out of the
birds take themselves to the
edge of the sea and into the waves.
Conaire enters the sea and
The birds quit their birdskins, and
turn upon him with spears and swords.
One of them
protects him, and addressed him,
saying: "I am Nemglan. King
of thy Father's birds; and thou hast been forbidden to cast at
birds for here there is no one
that should not be dear to thee because of his father or mother."
today," quoth Conaire, "I knew not this."
"Go to Tara tonight," quoth
Nemglan; "'tis fittest for thee. A Druid is, there, and through him thou shalt
be king. A man stark naked, who shall go at the end of the night along one of
the roads of Tara, having a stone and a sling -'tis he that shall be
forth; and on each of the four roads whereby men go to Tara there were three
kings awaiting him, and they had raiment for him, since it had been foretold
that he would come stark-naked. Then he was seen from the road on which his
fosterers were, and they put royal raiment about him, and placed him in
a chariot, and he bound
The folk of Tara said to him: "It appears to ús that
our Druid and our Spell of Truth are a failure, if it be only a young,
beardless lad that wé have visioned therein."
"That is of no
moment," quoth Conaire. "For a young, generous king like me to be a king is no
disgrace, since the binding of Tara's pledges is mine by right of father and
"Excellent!" quoth the host. They made him king of Alba.
And he said: "I will enquire of the Druid that I myself
may be wise."
Then he uttered all as he had been taught by
the vision of Nemglan at the wave, who said this to him:
will be subject to a geise, but the bird reign will be noble, and this shall be
Thou shalt not go righthandwise round Tara and lefthandwise
The evil beasts of Cerna must not be hunted by thee.
And thou shalt not go out every ninth night beyond Tara.
shalt not sleep in a
dwelling from which firelight is manifest outside, after sunset, and in which
light is manifest from without.
No rapine shall be wrought in thy
After sunset a company of one woman or one man shall not enter
the Hostel in which thou art.
And three Reds shall not go before thee to
"What is this?" asked Conaire.
"Easy to quoth," his people answer. "Easy to know that the king's
law has broken down therein, since the
country has begun to burn."
"Whither shall wé take ourselves?"
"To the Northeast," quoth his people.
they went righthandwise round Tara, and lefthandwise round Bregia, and the evil
beasts of Cerna were hunted by Conaire. But Conaire saw it not till the chase
They that made of the world that smoky mist of magic were
elves, and they did so because Conaire's geise had been violated.
judgement goes with good times," quoth Conaire. "I had
a friend in this
country, if only we knew the way to his Hostel!"
"What is his name?"
asked Mac cecht.
"Da Derga of Leinster,"
answered Conaire. "He came unto me to
seek a gift from me. I gave him nine enneads of the kine. I gave him a nine
enneads fatted swine. I gave him a nine enneads mantles made of close cloth. I
gave him a nine enneads blue-tempered steel swords. I gave him nine red,
gilded brooches. I gave him
nine vats good and brown. I gave him thrice nine hounds all-white in their
silver chains. There would be no abatement in his case though he should come
again. He would make return. It is strange if he is surly to me tonight when
reaching his Hostel."
When Conaire after this was journeying along the
Road of Cualu, he marked before him three horsemen riding towards the Hostel.
Three red frocks had they, and three red mantles: three red bucklers they bore,
and three red spears were in their hands: three red steeds they bestrode, and
three red heads of hair were on them.
Red were they all, both body and
hair and raiment, both steeds and men.
"Who is it that fares before
ús?" asked Conaire. "It was a geise of mine for those three Reds to go
before me to the Hostel.
Conaire sends his son to hail them.
They reply to his hail, "Lo, my son, great the news.
Weary are the steeds wé ride. wé ride the steeds of Donn
Tetscorach from the elfmounds. Though wé are alive wé are dead. Great are the
signs; destruction of life; sating of ravens; feeding of crows, strife of
slaughter; wetting of sword-edge,
shields with broken bosses in hours after sundown. Lo, my son!"
geise have seized me tonight," quoth Conaire, "since those Three Reds are the
They went forward to the Hostel and took their seats
therein, and fastened their red steeds to the door of the Hostel.
then the man of the black, rough cropt hair, with his one hand and one eye and
one foot, overtook them. A sackful of wild apples hung on his crown, not an
apple would fall on the ground, but each of them would stick on his rough cropt
hair. Each of his buttocks was the size of a cheese on a withe. A forked pole
of black iron was in his hand. A swine, black-bristled, singed, was on his
back, squealing continually, and a woman big-mouthed, huge,
dark, sorry, hideous, was beside
So black hair goes to the Hostel, with his great, big-mouthed woman
behind him, and his swine bristled, black, singed, squealing continually, on
Now plunder was
taken by the sons of Donn Desa, twelve enneads there were in the body of
"Wain over withered sticks," was a name, a good fighter from
the north country. He was so called as he used to 'go over' his opponent even
as a wain would 'go over withered sticks'. Now
plunder was taken by him, and
there were six enneads in the body of his Reivers alone, besides
This, too, was a geise of Conaire's, that
plunder should be taken in Alba
during his reign.
There was a valiant trio of the men of Cualu of
Leinster, namely, the three Red Hounds of Cualu, called Cethach and Clothach
and Conall. Now rapine was wrought by them, and six enneads were in the body of
their marauders, and they had a troop of berserkers.
In Conaire's reign
a third of the men of Alba were Reavers. He was of sufficient strength and
power to drive them out of Alba into Albion; after this route they now returned
When they had reached the shoulder on the edge of the sea, they
meet Ingcel the One-Eyed and Eiccel and Tulchinne, three great-grandsons of
Conmac of Albion and the three Reds of Roiriu on the raging edge of the deep
A man ungentle, huge, fearful, uncouth was Ingcel, a single
eye in his head. Nine enneads were in the body of his Marauders. The Reavers,
men of Alba, were more numerous than the marauders, men of Albion.
go for an encounter on the main.
"Thee should not do this," quoth
Ingcel: "Do fair play upon ús, for thee are more in number than I."
"Nought but a combat on equal terms shall befall thee," quoth the
Reavers of Alba.
"There is somewhat better for thee," quoth Ingcel. "Let
ús make peace since thee have been cast out of the land of Alba, and
wé have been cast out of the land of Albion. Let ús make an
agreement between ús. Come thee and wreak thou rapine in my country, and
I will go and wreak my rapine in thou country ."
"Let some one go,"
quoth Ingcel, "who should have there the three gifts, namely, Gift of
Hearing, Gift of Far Sight, and
Gift of Judgement."
quoth Mane Honeyworded, "have the Gift of
"And I," quoth
Mane Unslow, "have the Gift of Far Sight and of Judgement."
leave until they were on the Hill of Howth, to know what they might
hear and see.
thou," quoth Ingcel, "of that Conaire's reign in the land of Alba?"
"Good is Conaire's reign," replied Fer rogain. "Since Conaire
became king, no cloud has veiled the sun for the space of a day from the middle
of spring to the middle of
autumn. And not a dewdrop fell
from grass till midday, and wind would not
touch a beast's tail until midday.
And in his reign, from year's end to year's end, no wolf has attacked aught
save one bullcalf of each byre; and to maintain this rule there are seven
wolves in hostageship at the sidewall in his Hostel, and behind this a further
security, even Mac-locc, and tis he that pleads for them."
reign there are the three crowns on Albion, namely, a
Crown of Millet, a Crown
of Flowers, and a Crown of Oak. In his reign, too, each man deems the other's
voice as melodious as the strings of lutes, because of the excellence of the
law and the goodwill prevailing throughout Albion. May the Creator not bring
that man there tonight! Sad is the shortness of his life!"
"This was my
luck," quoth Ingcel, "that he should be there, and there should be one
Destruction for another. It was no more
grievous to me than it was to
my father and my mother and my seven brothers, and the king, whom I gave up to
thee before coming on the Rapine."
Marauders make a start from the Strand of Fuirbthe, and bring a stone for each
man to make a cairn; for this was the distinction which at first the Bards made
between a "Destruction" and a "Rout." A pillar-stone they used to plant when
there would be a Rout. A cairn, however, they used to make when there would be
At this time, then, they made a cairn, for it was to be
Far from the Hostel was this, that they might not be
heard or seen therefrom. For two
causes they built their cairn, namely, first, since this was a custom in
marauding, and, secondly, that they might find out their losses at the
Everyone that would come safe from it would take his stone from
the cairn: thus the stones of those that were slain would be left, and thence
they would know their losses. And this is what the Bards recount, that for
every stone in Cairn Lecca there was one of the Marauder killed at the
Ingcel went to reconnoitre the Hostel with his single eye which
stood out of his forehead, to fit his eye into the Hostel in order to destroy
the king and the youths who were around him therein. And Ingcel saw them
through the wheels of the
Each circle of them
was set around another to hear the
tidings - the chiefs of the Marauders being in the very center of the circles.
There were Fer ger and Fer gel and Fer rogel and Fer rogain and Lomna the
Buffoon, and Ingcel in the centre of the circles.
And Fer rogain went
to question Ingcel.
"There is nothing stranger.
Two hills by a mountain covered of thorns of
a white thorn tree on a
circular board. And it appears to be somewhat
like a slender stream of water on which the
sun is shining, and its trickle down from it, and a hide arranged behind
it," quoth Ingcel. He goes on
THE ROOM OF CORMAC'S NINE COMRADES
"There I saw three men to the west of Cormac Condlongas, and three to
the east of him, and three in front of the same man. Thou wouldst deem that the
nine of them had one mother and one father. They are of the same age, equally
goodly, equally beautiful, all alike. Thin rods of gold in their mantles. Bent
shields of bronze they bear. Ribbed javelins above them. An ivory-hilted sword
in the hand of each. An unique feat they have, to wit, each of them takes a
sword point between his two fingers, and they twirl the swords round their
fingers, and the swords afterwards extend themselves."
THE ROOM OF THE
"I saw another room there, with a huge trio in it: three brown,
big men: three round heads of hair on them, even, equally long at nape and
forehead. Three short black cowls about them reaching to their elbows: long
hoods were on the cowls. Three black, huge swords they had, and three black
shields they bore, with three dark broad
green javelins above them. Thick as the spit of a caldron was the shaft of
THE ROOM OF THE PIPERS
"There I beheld a room with nine
men in it. Hair fair and yellow was on them: they all are equally beautiful.
Mantles speckled with colour they wore, and above them were nine bagpipes,
tuned, ornamented. Enough light in the palace
were the ornament on these nine tuned, ornamented bagpipes that the sight was
THE ROOM OF CONAlRE'S MAJORDOMO
"There I saw a room
with one man in it. Rough cropt hair upon him. Though a sack of crab-apples be
hung on his head, not one of them would fall on the floor, but every apple
would stick on his hair. His ugly wife was over him in the Hostel. Every
quarrel therein about seat or bed comes to his decision. Should a needle drop
in the Hostel, its fall would be heard when he speaks. Above him is a huge
black tree, like a mill shaft, with its paddles and its cap and its
THE ROOM OF MAC CECHT, CONAIRE'S BATTLE-WARRIOR
beheld another room with a trio in it, three half-furious nobles: the biggest
of them in the middle, rock bodied, angry, smiting, dealing strong blows. A
wooden shield, dark, covered with iron, a
boss thereon, the depth of a caldron, fit to cook four oxen, a
hollow maw, a great boiling, with
four swine in its maw. A spear he hath with an iron point upon it,
dark, red, dripping. Four amply-measured
yards between the two points of its edge. An ennead of amply-measured feet in
his deadly-striking sword from dark point
to iron hilt and a palace house-post shaped
like a great lance. A weight of a plough-yoke is the shaft
THE ROOM OF CONAIRE'S THREE SONS, OBALL AND OBLIN AND CORPRE
"There I beheld a room with a trio in it, to wit, three tender
striplings, wearing three silken mantles. In their mantles were three gold
brooches. Three golden manes were on them. When they undergo head-cleansing
their golden mane reaches the edge of their haunches. When they raise their eye
it raises the hair so that it is not lower than the tips of their ears, and it
is as curly as a ram's head. Everyone who is in the Hostel spares them, voice
and deed and word."
THE ROOM OF MUNREMAR SON OF GERRCHENN AND BIRDERG
SON OF RUAN AND MAL SON OF TELBAND
"I beheld a room there, with a trio
in it. Three brown, big men, with three brown heads of short hair. As thick as
a man's waist was each of their limbs. Three brown and curled masses of hair
upon them, with a thick head: three cloaks, red and speckled, they wore: three
black shields with clasps of gold, and three five-barbed javelins; and each had
in hand an ivory-hilted sword. This is the feat they perform with their swords:
they throw them high up, and they throw the scabbards after them, and the
swords, before reaching the ground, place themselves in the scabbards.
THE ROOM OF CONALL CERNACH
"There I beheld in a decorated
room the fairest man of the champions of Albion. He wore a tufted purple cloak.
White as snow was one of his cheeks, the other was red and speckled like
foxglove. Blue as hyacinth was one of his eyes, dark as a stag-beetle's back was the other.
The bushy head of fair golden hair upon him was as large as a reaping-basket,
and it touches the edge of his
haunches. It is as curly as a ram's head. If a sackful of red-shelled nuts were
spilt on the crown of his head, not one of them would fall on the floor, but
remain on the hooks and plaits and daggers of his hair. A gold hilt sword in
his hand; a blood-red
shield which has been speckled with rivets of white bronze between plates of
gold. A long, heavy, three-ridged spear: as thick as an outer yoke is the shaft
that is in it."
THE ROOM OF CONAIRE HIMSELF
"There I beheld a room, more beautifully decorated than the
other rooms of the Hostel. A silver curtain around it, and there were ornaments
in the room, I beheld a trio in it. The outer two of them were, both of them,
fair, with their hair and eyelashes; and they are as bright as snow. A very
lovely blush on the cheek of each of the twain. A tender lad in the midst
between them. The ardor and energy of a king has he and the counsel of a sage.
The mantle I saw around him is even as the mist of Mayday. Diverse are the hue
and semblance each moment shown upon it. Lovelier is each hue than the other.
In front of him in the mantle I beheld a wheel of gold which reached from his
chin to his navel. The
color of his hair was like the sheen of smelted gold. Of all the forms that I
beheld, this is the most beautiful.
"Rise up, then, thee champions!"
quoth Ingcel, "and get thee on to the Hostel!"
With that the Mauraders
march to the Hostel, and make a murmur about it.
"Silence!" quoth Conaire, "what
"Albion champions at the Hostel," Conall Cernach rejoins.
"There are champions for them here," quoth Conaire.
be needed tonight," Conall Cernach rejoins.
Then went Lomna Druth
before the host of Mauraders into the Hostel. The doorkeepers struck off his
head. Then the head was thrice flung into the Hostel, and thrice cast out of
it, as he himself had foretold.
Then Conaire himself sallies out of the
Hostel to fight a combat with the host of Mauraders, and three enneads fell by
Conaire before he could get to his arms.
Hostel is thrice set on fire, and thrice put out from thence: it was granted
that the Destruction would never have been wrought had not his arms been hidden
Thereafter Conaire found his arms, dons his battle dress,
and falls to plying his blue-steel sword on the Mauraders, together with the
three enneads of men that he had.
After getting his arms, six enneads
of Mauraders fall by him in his first encounter.
Quoth Fer rogain son
of Donn Desa, "I have told the champions of the men of Albion to attack Conaire
at the Hostel. The Destruction will not be wrought unless Conaire's fury and
valor be quelled."
will his time be," quoth the Druid to the Reavers.
The Druid works a
A needle pierces Conaire's flesh
and a scantness of drink seizes Conaire.
Thereafter Conaire entered the
Hostel, and asks for a drink.
"A drink to me, 0
master Mac cecht!" quoth
Quoth Mac cecht: "This is not the order that I have hitherto
had from thee, to give thee a drink. There are spencers and cupbearers who
bring drink to thee. The order I have hitherto had from thee is to
protect thee when the champions of
Albion may be attacking thee in the Hostel. Thou wilt go safe from them, and no
spear shall enter thy body. Ask a drink of thy spencers and thy cupbearers."
Then Conaire asked a drink of his spencers and his cupbearers who were
in the Hostel.
"In the first place there is none," they quoth; "all the
liquids that had been in the Hostel have been spilt on the fire."
cupbears found no drink for him in the Dodder and the Dodder had flowed through
Then Conaire again asked for a drink. "A drink to me, 0
fosterer, 0 Mac cecht! 'Tis equal to me what death I shall go to, for anyhow I
Then Mac cecht gave a
choice to the champions of
Alba who were in the Hostel, whether they cared to
protect the king or to seek a drink
for him. Conan Cernach answered this in the Hostel - and cruel he deemed the
contention, and afterwards he had always a feud with Mac cecht.
the defense of the king to ús," quoth Conall, "and go thou to seek the
drink, for of thee it is demanded."
So then Mac cecht fared forth to
seek the drink, and he took Conaire's son, Le fri flaith, under his armpit, and
Conaire's gold cup, in which an ox with a bacon-pig would be boiled; and he
bore his shield, his two spears, his sword and he carried the caldron spit, a
spit of iron.
He burst forth upon them, and in front of the Hostel he
dealt nine blows of the iron spit, and at every blow nine reavers fell. Then he
makes a sloping feat of the shield and an edge feat of the sword about his
head, and he delivered a hostile attack upon them.
Nine enneads fall in
his first encounter, he goes through the circle to outside.
Cernach arrives, takes up his weapons, opens the door of the Hostel and goes
round the Hostel. He hurls back the Reavers over three ridges, boasts of
triumph, and returns, wounded, into the Hostel.
sallies out, his nine comrades with him, and they deliver their onsets on the
Reavers. Three enneads fall by Cormac and nine by each of his nine comrades.
And Cormac boasts of the death of a chief of the Reavers. They succeed in
escaping though they be wounded.
The trio of Picts sally forth from the
Hostel, and take to plying their weapons on the Mauraders. And three enneads
fall by them, and they chance to escape though they be wounded.
nine pipers sally forth and dash their warlike work on the Mauraders; and then
they succeed in escaping.
The folk of the Hostel came forth in order,
and fought their combats with the Mauraders, and fell by them, as Fer rogain
and Lomna Druth had said to Ingcel, to wit, that the folk of every room would
sally forth still and deliver their combat, and after that escape.
that none were left in the Hostel in Conaire's company save Conall and Sencha
But it seemed the greatness of the contest fought brought
Conaire a great drought of thirst and he perished of a consuming fever, for he
got not his drink.
So when Conaire died those three sally out of the
Hostel, and deliver a wily stroke on the Mauraders, and fare forth from the
Hostel, wounded, broken and maimed.
Mac cecht, unknowing, he went his
way till he reached the Well of Casair, which was near him in Crlch Cualann;
but he found no water to fill Conaire's cup which he had brought in his hand.
Before moonrise he had gone round the chief rivers of Alba, to wit,
Bush, Boyne, Bann, Barrow, Neim, Luae, Laigdae, Shannon, Suir, Sligo, Samair,
Find, Ruirthech, Slaney, and in them he found not a full cup of water.
Then before moonset he had travelled to the chief lakes of Alba, to
wit, Lough Derg, Loch Luimnig, Lough Foyle, Lough Mask, Lough Corrib, Loch
Laig, Loch Cuan, Lough Neagh, Morloch, and of water he found not a full cup.
He went his way till in the deepest part of night he reached Uaran
Garad on Magh Ai. It could not hide itself from him and there he filled of
Conaire's cup with water. After this he went on and reached Da Derga's Hostel
When Mac cecht went across the third ridge towards the
Hostel, tis there the two stood striking off Conaire's head. Then Mac cecht
strikes off the head of one of the two men who were beheading Conaire. The
other man then was fleeing forth with the king's head.
A pillar stone
chanced to be under Mac cecht's feet on the floor of the Hostel. He hurls it at
the man who had Conaire's head and drove it through his
spine, so that his back
After this Mac cecht beheads him.
Mac cecht then spilt the
cup of water into Conaire's gullet and neck.
Then said Conaire's head,
after the water had been spilt into its
neck and gullet:
"A good man Mac cecht! An excellent man Mac cecht! A
good warrior without, good within, He gives a drink, he saves a king, he doth a
deed. Well he ended the champions. Good should I be to far-renowned Mac cecht
if I were alive. A good man!"
After this Mac cecht followed the routed foe. Hardly a fugitive escaped
to tell the tidings of the champions who had been at the Hostel.
there had been twelve enneads, only one ennead survived, namely Ingcel, and his
two brothers Echell and Tulchinne, the three great-grandsons of Conmac, and the
three Reds of Roiriu who had been the first to wound Conaire.
Ingcel went into Albion, and became king after his father, since he had taken
home triumph over a king of
Thereafter Mac cecht, having cleansed the
slaughter, at the end of the third
day, set forth, and he buried Conaire at Tara. Then Mac cecht departed into
Connaught, to his own country, that he might work his own cure in Mag Brengair.
Wherefore the name clave to the plain from Mac cecht's misery, that is,
Now Conall Cernach escaped from the Hostel, and thrice
spears had gone through the arm which upheld his shield. He fared forth till he
reached his father's house, with half his shield in his hand, and his sword,
and the fragments of his two spears.
"Swift are the wolves that have
hunted thee, my son," saith his father.
"Tis this that has wounded
ús, thou old hero, an evil
conflict with champions," Conall
"Hast thou then news of Da Derga's Hostel?" asketh
Amorgin. "Is thy lord alive?"
is not alive," rejoined Conall.
swear to God what the great tribes of Ulaid swear, it is cowardly for the man
who went thereout alive, having left his
lord with his foes in death."
"My wounds are not white, thou old
champion," asketh Conall. He shows him his shield-arm, whereon were thrice
wounds; this is what was inflicted upon it. The shield that guarded it is what
saved it. But the right arm had been played upon, as far as two thirds thereof,
since the shield had not been guarding it. That arm was mangled and maimed and
wounded and pierced, save that the sinews kept it to the body without
"That arm fought tonight, my son," saith Amorgin.
"True is that, thou old champion," rejoined Conall Cernach.
"Many there are given drinks of death tonight in front of the Hostel."
Now as to the reavers, every one of them that escaped from the Hostel
went to the cairn which they had built on the night before last, and they
brought thereout a stone for each man not mortally wounded. So this is what
they lost by death at the Hostel, a man for every stone that is (now) in Cairn
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