Page:The courtship of Ferb (Leahy).djvu/127

 He lies there in grisly manner, the young man of Connaught with the flower of his army. Woe for his people—bright gleaming honour— and woe for his fair companion!

I can do nothing for you, for it is an evil deed that has been done to me. My heart is broken therefor while I look upon you, O boy!

Fiannamail comes here to us, he was sought for by us: how good also his demeanour in the house. He is for ever separated from his kindred.

O maiden, the message is painful that you send sharply provoking me, "That I have lost my kindred." Much was the valour it it is here that they are fallen.