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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-

The Death of the Sons of Usnech. 169 rious, and the Gapped spear, and my sword; and do valiantly with them." 470. Then each of them approached the other, and Fiacha came straight to Illann, and Illann asked of Fiacha, "What is that, Fiacha?" saith he. Fiacha. "A combat and conflict I wish to have with thee," saith "Ill hast thou done," saith Illann, "and the sons of Usnech under my safeguard." 476. They attacked each other, and they fought a combat warlike, heroic, bold, daring, rapid. And Illann gained the better of Fiacha, and made him lie on the shadow of his shield, and the shield roared at the greatness of the need wherein he was. And in answer to it roared the three chief waves of Ire- land, even the wave of Clidna, and the wave of Tuad, and the wave of Rugraide. 481. Conall the Victorious, son of Amergeu, was at that time in Dunseverick, and he heard the thunder of the wave of Rugraide. "That is true," saith Conall, "Conchobar stands in danger, and it is wrong not to go to him." And he took his arms, and went forward to Emain, and found the fight, Fiacha son of Conchobar having been overthrown, and the Brightrim roaring and bellowing ; and the Ulstermen durst not rescue him. And Conall came from behind Illann and through him thrust his spear, even Conall's Culghlas. 499. "Who hath wounded me?" saith Illann. "I, Conall," saith he; "and who art thou?" "I am Illann the Fair, son of Fergus," saith he; "and ill is the deed thou hast done, and the sons of Usnech under my safeguard." "Is that true?" saith Conall. "True it is." "Ah, my sorrow," saith Conall, "by my word, Conchobar will not take his own son from me, without being killed in vengeance for that deed."

The Death of the Sons of Usnech. 169<br />

rious, and the Gapped spear, and my sword; and do valiantly<br />

with them."<br />

470. Then each of them approached the other, and Fiacha<br />

came straight to Illann, and Illann asked of Fiacha, "What is<br />

that, Fiacha?" saith he.<br />

Fiacha.<br />

"A combat and conflict I wish to have with thee," saith<br />

"Ill hast thou done," saith Illann, "and the sons of Usnech<br />

<strong>und</strong>er my safeguard."<br />

476. They attacked each other, and they fought a combat<br />

warlike, heroic, bold, daring, rapid. And Illann gained the<br />

better of Fiacha, and made him lie on the shadow of his shield,<br />

and the shield roared at the greatness of the need wherein he<br />

was. And in answer to it roared the three chief waves of Ire-<br />

land, even the wave of Clidna, and the wave of Tuad, and the<br />

wave of Rugraide.<br />

481. Conall the Victorious, son of Amergeu, was at that<br />

time in Dunseverick, and he heard the th<strong>und</strong>er of the wave of<br />

Rugraide. "That is true," saith Conall, "Conchobar stands in<br />

danger, and it is wrong not to go to him." And he took his<br />

arms, and went forward to Emain, and fo<strong>und</strong> the fight, Fiacha<br />

son of Conchobar having been overthrown, and the Brightrim<br />

roaring and bellowing ; and the Ulstermen durst not<br />

rescue him. And Conall came from behind Illann and through<br />

him thrust his spear, even Conall's Culghlas.<br />

499. "Who hath wo<strong>und</strong>ed me?" saith Illann.<br />

"I, Conall," saith he; "and who art thou?"<br />

"I am Illann the Fair, son of Fergus," saith he; "and ill<br />

is the deed thou hast done, and the sons of Usnech <strong>und</strong>er my<br />

safeguard."<br />

"Is that true?" saith Conall.<br />

"True it is."<br />

"Ah, my sorrow," saith Conall, "by my word, Conchobar<br />

will not take his own son from me, without being killed in<br />

vengeance for that deed."

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