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<p>"Still another <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote4_325" id="footnotetag4_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>4</sup></a>great, fierce<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote4_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>4</sup></a> company came to the same hill in Slane of Meath," macRoth continued. <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote5_325" id="footnotetag5_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>5</sup></a>"A battle-line with strange garments upon them,<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote5_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>5</sup></a> steadfast, without equal. A <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote6_325" id="footnotetag6_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>6</sup></a>comely,<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote6_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>6</sup></a> handsome, <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote7_325" id="footnotetag7_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>7</sup></a>matchless,<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote7_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>7</sup></a> untiring warrior in the van of this company; <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote8_325" id="footnotetag8_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>8</sup></a>the flower of every form, whether as regards hair, or eye, or whiteness; whether of size, or followers or fitness.<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote8_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>8</sup></a> Next to his skin a blue, narrow-bordered cloth, with strong, woven and twisted hoops of silvered bronze, with becoming, sharp-fashioned buttons of red gold on its slashes and breast-borders; a <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote9_325" id="footnotetag9_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>9</sup></a>green<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote9_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>9</sup></a> mantle, pieced together with the choicest of all colours, <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote10_325" id="footnotetag10_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>10</sup></a>folded about him;<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote10_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>10</sup></a> <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote11_325" id="footnotetag11_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>11</sup></a>a brooch of pale gold in the cloak over his breast;<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote11_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>11</sup></a> five circles of gold, <sup>*</sup><span class="sidenoteR">LL. fo. 99a.</span> that is, his shield, he bore on him; a tough, obdurate, straight-bladed sword for a hero's handling hung high on his left side. A straight, fluted spear, flaming red <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote12_325" id="footnotetag12_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>12</sup></a>and venomous<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote12_325" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>12</sup></a> in his hand." "But, who might that be?" asked <a id="Page_326" class="x-ebookmaker-pageno" title="326"></a> <span class="sidenoteL">W. 5342.</span> Ailill of Fergus. "Truly, we know him well," Fergus made answer. <a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote1_326" id="footnotetag1_326" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>1</sup></a>"Fiery is the manner of the warlike champion who has so come thither.<a href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@16464@16464-h@16464-h-37.htm.html#footnote1_326" class="pginternal" tag="{
http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a"><sup>1</sup></a> The choice flower of royal poets is he. He is the rush on the rath; he is the way to the goal; fierce is his valour, the man that came thither; Amargin son of the smith Ecetsalach ('the Grimy'), the noble poet from the Buas in the north, is he."</p>
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