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Duan VI.] FIONNGAL. 197
That meets a recluse from his cave,
When he bends his eye on the ocean,
As it greatly glitters with light. 145
" ' King of Morbheinn of sounding knolls,'
Said the maid of arms white as snow,
' Take me into thy sailing ship,
From Coirle's unaccepted love ;
For he is like thunder in battle 150
To Ineabhaca of strong heroes ;
He loves me, in his haughty pride
Raising a thousand spears in battle.'
" ' Rest in peace,' said Treunmor the chief,
1 Rest in peace, beneath my shield, white-hand ;
I never fled, nor shall I flee, 156
Should I see on the hill a host
Of foemen with a thousand spears.'
" Three days did the hero remain,
With war-horn of the loudest sound 160
Inviting brave Coirle to battle,
From mountain, from moss, and from rock ;
But brave Coirle came not to battle.
Armed Lochlin from his tower came down,
The maid of white-hand was given Treunmor ;
The feast rose anew on the shore." 166
" King of Lochlin," said noble Fionngal,
" Thy blood courses fast in my side.
Our sires were in strife by the waves,
In strife that shall ever be named. 1 70
But often in the feasting hall
Was the friendly beaker sent round.
Raise thy face from the strife of spears,