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THE STORY OF CONALL GULBAN. 2 7 I
and their armour of battle, and they went to the fight
on the side of the peojile of the lubhar. The fighting
began and Conall was mowing do^vn the Turks as though
: it were a man who was cutting down sow-thistles.
[ There was one big man amongst the Turks, and he was
I mowing down the people of the lubhar in the same
i way. It was not going with any one to slay him, and
[ they thought that no arms could touch him. He and
Conall met each other in the fight. They tried their
, nimble feats upon each other, and Conall slew the big
i Turk When the Tiu'ks saw that their champion was
i slain they fled ; and the people of the lubhar followed
! the rout,* and they thought that they had not left many
I of the Turks alive. In the night the people of lubhar
I returned back, and they thought they would have peace
1 on the next day ; and no one of them could understand
1 who he was, the hero that had slain the big Turk, that
\ had done them so much skaitki"
As on the other days ConaU and Duanach went to
, the hostelry where they were the former night, they got
! food and bed, and they thought, by the number of
I Turks that had been killed, that the war was at an end,
and they went to sleep.
The King of the lubhar had never seen Conall
: before ; but it seemed to him, by the look of his face,!
'1 that he was of the people of Eirinn. They went to
; rest that night full of joy, thinking that the Turks
would not bring any more trouble upon them. But
' no matter. "\¥liat they got in the morning was, the
tale of horror that the Turks were coming forward as
: numerous as they ever were. They had for it but that
they must arise, and put men in their harness, to go
■ to give a day of battle to the Turks again ; and
* An ruaig. f Dolaidh.
[ i Fiamh a gnuis might mean terror of his countenance.