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Duan II.] TIGHMORA. 237
With the sound of their hundred clans.
Conar, the chief, was like a rock ;
Breaking, they rolled down from his sword.
But they often returned anew; 115
Thy children fell in battle, Selma ;
The king stood 'midst the graves of heroes,
With his face bowed to earth in grief.
His soul took him under control ;
He set a mark and stone on the hill, 120
Where the chief would fall with renown,
When came in his strength under shield,
From the clouds of Morbheinn, great Trathal,
The brother of Conar, great chief.
But the hero came not alone ; 125
By his side without guile was Colgar,
Colgar, son of the king of arms,
And the maiden of calm blue eyes.
" Like Treunmor in a robe of lightning,
Descending from the hall of storms, 130
In thunder from land sending turmoil
On dark ocean's ridge under clouds,
Even so was Colgar in battle,
Consuming and wasting the field.
Great joy had his sire in the chief. 135
A lone arrow came to the hero ;
His tomb rose on the hill without tears.
The king will avenge his great son.
Treunmor shone in the strife like lightning ;
The Bolgi with loss left the land. 140
" When peace came to the field of death,
And blue waves bore the chief to Morbheinn,