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114 DAR-THULA :
was none to tell of the son of generous Semo. I
went to the hall of shells, where the arms of his
fathers hung : But the arms were gone, and
aged Lamhor * sat m tears. " Wiience are the
arms of steel ?" said the rising Lamhor. " The
light of the spear has long been absent from
Tura's dusky walls. Come ye from the rolling-
sea ? Or from Temora's f mournful halls ? "
" We come from the sea,"' I said, " from Us-
noth's rising towers. We are the sons of Slis-
sama J, the daughter of car-borne Semo. Where
is Tura's chief, son of the silent hall ? But why
should Nathos ask ? for I behold thy tears. How
did the mighty fall, son of the lonely Tura ?"
" He fell not," Lamhor replied, " like the si-
lent star of night, when it flics through darkness,
and is no more. But he was like a meteor that
shoots into a distant land. Death attends its
dreary course. Itselt is the sign of wars. Mourn-
• Lamh-nihor, mighty hand.
t Temora was the residence of tlie supreme Kings of
Ireland. It is here called mournful, on account of the
death of Cormac, who was murdered there by Cairbar,
who usurped his throne.
I Slis-seamlia, soft bosom. She was the wife of Us-
iioth, and daughter of Semo the chief of the isle of mist.