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 son of Mugruch; his arm is strong as a storm.

is the son of Tarman fallen; the youth with the breast of snow! the first in the chase of the hill; the foe of the sons of the ocean!—Duchommar, thou art gloomy indeed; cruel is thine arm to me.——But give me that sword, son of Mugruch; I love the blood of Cadmor.

[ gives her the sword, with which she instantly stabs him.]

of Cormac-Carbre, thou hast pierced Duchommar! the sword is cold in my breast; thou hast killed the son of Mugruch. Give me to Moinie the