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 yet more of slaughter shall there be when Maev shall have come." And she made the following lament in her sorrow:—

O son of Maev, in sadness I complain, lovely youth, endowed with wondrous skill! Your skin so clear the ruddy blood-drops stain, In you I see the cause of all our ill.

On your account my father fought and fell; A vassal true was he, a warrior stout, In your defence his son has died as well, Not easily such thoughts are blotted out.

Much evil springs from you; full well I know The cause that did our quiet life disturb, Whence much of evil shall in future flow For all the folk of Mani, and of Ferb.

My heart within me with sharp pain was racked When first your death-bed to mine eyes was shown; I curse the hands that thus your flesh have hacked And on a cruel couch your corpse have thrown.