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Duan L] TIGHMOEA. 229
Cairbre's sword passed up through his breast ;
The chief fell in his father's hall, 636
His beautiful locks spread on earth,
And the smoke of his blood around.
" ' Has fallen in the hall,' said Caruill,
' Artho's generous faithful son, 640
Unsustained by Cuchullin's shield,
Or spear of his father, great chief ?
Ye are sad, ye mountains of Erin,
And he not rising among his people.
To thy soul may there peace be, Cormac ! 645
Thou hast gone to darkness in youth.'
" The language of Caruill came up
Unto the ear of red-haired Cairbre.
In darkness he shut up the bards,
'Gainst them fearing to stretch his sword, 650
Although dark and cruel his breast.
Long time we remained under grief,
Till arrived brave Cathmor, the chief,
And our voices heard from the cave ;
When he turned a reproachful look 655
Upon Cairbre of gloomy thoughts.
" ' Brother of Cathmor,' said the hero,
' How long shall my spirit be grieved ?
Thy heart is unkind as a rock —
Full of blood and dark are thy thoughts ; 660
But still thou'rt the brother of Cathmor,
And Cathmor shall assist in battle.
Unlike are our spirits, warrior ;
Thou art feeble of hand in strife.
The light of my soul is obscured 665