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138 FIOXXGAL. [Duam II.
His own, and that too of his arms.
On high were a hundred bright shields, 485
A hundred strong helmets of steel.
" ' Continue thou here,' said the youth,
' Gealmhin of the beautiful look,
A sunbeam rarely in a cave ;
I see a large stag on the steep ; 490
I go, but shall quickly return.'
' I've fears of a foe,' said the maiden,
' Of Gruamal unhonoured in song ;
He takes pleasure in Bonan's cave ;
But here, among the arms concealed, 495
I'll wait thy return from the chase.'
" He went to Mora of the deer.
To show him how constant her love,
She accoutred herself in arms,
And hastened her steps to the shore. 500
He supposed her to be his foe ;
Against his breast his heart beat high ;
His ruddy complexion turned pale,
While dimness came over his sight.
He bent to its utmost his bow ; 505
From his bow-string an arrow flew ;
Gealmhin, his beloved, fell in blood.
He came with wild footsteps and look,
Called the daughter of Comluich of ships,
Without answer from knoll or moor. 510
'Where art thou, beloved of the brave.
Lovely maid of the heavy locks ? '
Her heart was quivering in death,
Bound the arrow left by his hand.