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Duan VI.] FIONNGAL. 195
There was none in Lochlin of ships
But yielded to the strong man Treunmor.
The shell and rejoicing went round
Mid the flashes and sound of song
That extolled hilly Morbheinn's king, 85
Who came over across the sea,
The brave leader of noble heroes.
" When the fourth morning greyed around,
The chief put his oars in the waves.
He stepped soft on the shore of shells, 90
Awaiting a wind from the north.
At a distance he heard a noise,
From amidst a glen, in the wood.
" A young man came o'er from the hill,
In armour concealed to his head ; 95
Fair his locks and ruddy his cheek,
His form like the snow of cold hills ;
Gentle his blue eye of long lashes,
While he spoke to the king of swords :
" ' Stay, Treunmor, and do not depart, 100
Thou steel that art dread among men ;
Lonbal's son of arms to thee yields not ;
His great sword has smitten the brave,
E'en the bold wisely shun his arrow.'
" ' Tender youth of the flaxen hair,' 105
Said the king of swords, ' I'll not smite
A man's son unheard of in song ;
Thy white hand is feeble and soft ;
Withdraw, beaming radiance of youth,
Go quickly to the cliffs of roes.' 110
" ' If I go,' was the youth's reply,