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172 The Death of the Sons of Usnech
"Maine Red-hand, son of the king of Norway," saith she.
Cuchulainn and Deirdre came where the Children of Usnech
were, and Deirdre disshevelled her hair, and began drinking
Naisi's blood, and the colour of embers came to her cheeks,
and she uttered the lay:
Great these deeds in Emain
Where the shameful thing was done,
The death of Usnech's Children without guile,
The branches of the honour of Ireland!
The makings of a king of all Ireland
Ardan . . . Yellow-haired
Ireland and Scotland without reproach
Hath Ainnle opposite to him.
The world west and east
With thee, mighty Naisi,
Would all have been, and no lie,
Had they not wrought the great outrage.
Let me be buried in the grave
And let my bed there be covered with stones V«"*
From looking at them, thence comes my death,
Since the great outrage hath been wrought.
After that lay Deirdre said, "Let me kiss my husband."
And she began kissing Naisi, and drinking his blood, and she
uttered the lay there:
591. Long the day without Usnech's Children:
It was not mournful to be in their company:
Sons of a king, by whom pilgrims were rewarded,
Three lions from the Hill of the Cave!
Three dragons of Dun Monaid,
The three champions from the Red Branch:
After them I am not alive: '
Three that used to break every onrush.