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ddah i.] tighmora. 209
The chief was like a desert cloud,
In stormy winds changing its form, 20
While the glens under hills were sad,
Alternately fearing the blast.
But the king resumed his great soul,
Grasped the spear of chiefs in his hand,
Turned his eye to the back of Lena. 25
The watchers of danger from ocean,
With terrified footsteps they came,
Often turning to look behind.
Cairbre, knowing the king of deeds,
Dark-summoned his chiefs to his side. 30
Quick they came with echoing steps,
Their naked blue swords in their hands.
There was Morla in darksome shade ;
There Dalla with locks in the wind ;
Red Cormar leaned over his spear, 35
Looking fierce from his sidelong scowl ;
Savage were thy lowered eyes, Malthos,
Beneath the great folds of their lashes ;
Foldath stood like a rock in a stream
That conceals its black form in foam, 40
His long spear like a mountain pine
That meets the strong wind of the sky,
His shield bearing traces of combat,
His red eye a stranger to fear.
These and other chiefs without number 45
Gathered close round the king of Erin,
When the watchman of ocean, Moranail,
Arrived on the hill of Moi-Lena,
His eyes bursting squint in his head,
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