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 Said the queen, "Since fate hath willed it, From your foray to restrain I attempt not; Lord of Ulster, May you conquering come again!"

Conor, with the self-same numbers That the trusty vision told, Marches bravely to Rath Ini, Where dwelt Gerg in royal hold.

To the feast set forth in splendour Comes the stedfast warrior band; Guided skilfully they enter, In the castle porch they stand.

Three times fifty warriors waited, Conor sought the court alone. All his force outside disposing With the skill he oft had shown.

Up the hall the son of Nessa Passed, the glorious battle-lord; Silently approached a vessel All of brass, where wine was stored.