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VOL III No.1 of Verse E RIDE but slowly though so near our home.” King Eochard said, and he that bore his shield Sighing replied: What need have we for haste Towards the hour for speaking of the dead My married sister put into my care A boy of twenty years — a mound and stone Between the wood of Duras and Magai Have been the measure uf that cart.” But Eochaid, having tin thought hut for his queen Edain, Outrode his troop that after twelve months’ war Toiled with empounded citric through rh mire, And came into a wood as the sun set Westward of lara. Where in the middle wood A clump of beech trees made an etripry space He thought to have given his horse the spur, but saw,