Irische Texte : mit ersetzungen und Wterbuch

168 The Death of the Sons of Usnech.
fifties outside at that onrush, and he quenched the fires and
the torches, and confounded the hosts with that shout of doom.
Said Conchobar: "Who causes this confusion to the troops?"
"I Buinne the Rude, son of Fergus."
440. "Bribes from me to thee," saith Conchobar, "and
desert the children of Usnech."
"What are those bribes that thou hast?" saith Buinne.
"A cantred of land," saith Conchobar, "and my own pri-
vacy, and my counsel to thee."
445. "I will take," saith Buinne, and Buinne took those
bribes: and through God's miracle that night, moorland was
made of the cantred, whence the name Sliab Dáil Buinni
(Moorland of Buinne's Division). And Deirdriu heard that
parley.
449. "My conscience!" saith Deirdriu, "Buinne hath deserted
you, sons of Usnech, and your son is like (his) father."
"By my own word!" saith Illann the Fair, "I myself will
not leave them so long as this hard sword remains in my
hand." And thereafter Illann came forth and gave three swift
rounds of the hostel, and slew three hundreds of the Ulstermen
outside, and came in to the place where Náisi was biding, and
he a-playing draughts with Ainnle the Rough. And Illann made
a circuit round them, and drank a drink, and carried a lamp
alight with him out on the green, and began smiting the hosts,
and they durst not go round the hostel.
459. Good was the son who was there — even Illann the
Fair son of Fergus! He never refused any one as to jewel or
many treasures; and pay was not given him from a king and
he never accepted a cow save only from Fergus.
463. Then said Conchobar, "Where is my own son Fiacha?"
saith Conchobar.
"Here," saith Fiacha.
"By my conscience, it is on one night that thou and Illann
the Fair were born, and he hath his father's arms; and do thou
bring my arms with thee, even the Bright-rim, and the Victo-