fimmtudagur, mars 17, 2005

on the ridge

By the fortress on the ridge this morning, I saw two men standing in colloquy. They were great and tall, fair of hair and shining of limb, and I thought, is this Caílte, the son of Crundchú, the son of Rónán, with Oisín, the son of Finn, the son of Cumall? Is this the last of the Fían?

Then I passed nearer and heard their speech, and I heard them to be men of Lochlannoch

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