“ The lovers had engaged to meet in the evening after the battle. Faithful to his word, the spirit of the slain warrior kept the tryst and thus addressed his paramour:
Hush, woman, do not speak to me! My thoughts
are not with thee.
My thoughts are still in the encounter at
Feic.
My bloody corpse lies by the side of the Slope of
two Brinks;
My head all unwashed is among warrior-bands in
fierce slaughter.
It is blindness for any one making a tryst to set
aside the tryst with Death:
The tryst that we made at Claragh has been kept
by me in pale death. ”

“ The noble-faced, grey-horsed warrior-band has
not betrayed me.
Alas! for the wonderful yew-forest, [1] that they
should have gone into the abode of clay!
Had they been alive, they would have revenged
their lords;
Had mighty death not intervened, this warrior-
band had not been unavenged by me.
To their very end they were brave; they ever strove
for victory over their foes ”

“ She has flung her mane over her back—it is a stout
heart that will not quail at her:
Though she is so near to us, do not let fear over-
come thee!
In the morning I shall part from all that is human,
I shall follow the warrior-band ”