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"Your brother Cairell has got thy luck, since he granted me a good request," said Patrick, "and you have lost it through your disobedience. Eochaidh's wife cast herself at the feet of Patrick. He baptized her, and blessed the child in her womb i.e., the excellent and illustrious son, Domangart, the son of Eochaidh. He it was whom Patrick left in his body, and he will be there for ever.
He stated that Fionn's brother Cairell struck Cona'n mac Morna, that Goll's two sons came to help Cona'n, that Oscar went to help Cairell, and with that Fionn's people and the clann-Morna rose at each other, and what had started as a brawl ended as a battle with eleven hundred of Fionn's people and sixty-one of Goll's people dead.
If they had not come between us I still think " "Don't think out loud, dear heart, for you and I are at peace by law." "That is true," said Cairell, "and a man must stick by a judgement. Come with me, my dear, and let us see how the youngsters are shaping in the school. One of them has rather a way with him as a swordsman." "No youngster is any good with a sword," Conan replied.
"If I were so minded, I would not let that last word go with you, Goll, for I have here an hundred men for every man of yours." Goll laughed aloud. "So had your father," he said. Fionn's brother, Cairell Whiteskin, broke into the conversation with a harsh laugh. "How many of Fionn's household has the wonderful Goll put down?" he cried.
But that did not prevent Goll from killing Fionn's brother Cairell later on, nor did it prevent Fionn from killing Goll later on again, and the last did not prevent Goll from rescuing Fionn out of hell when the Fianna-Finn were sent there under the new God.
"All the same " Cairell began argumentatively. "And it was you that commenced it," Cona'n continued. "Ho! Ho!" Cairell cried. "Why, you are as much to blame as I am." "No," said Cona'n, "for you hit me first." "And if we had not been separated " the other growled. "Separated!" said Cona'n, with a grin that made his beard poke all around his face. "Yes, separated.
"You are right there," said Cairell. "It takes a good ripe man for that weapon." "Boys are good enough with slings," Confro continued, "but except for eating their fill and running away from a fight, you can't count on boys." The two bulky men turned towards the school of the Fianna. It happened that Fionn mac Uail had summoned the gentlemen of the Fianna and their wives to a banquet.
But Goll's brother, bald Cona'n the Swearer, turned a savage eye on Cairell. "By my weapons," said he, "there were never less than an hundred-and-one men with Goll, and the least of them could have put you down easily enough." "Ah?" cried Cairell. "And are you one of the hundred-and-one, old scaldhead?"
"One indeed, my thick-witted, thin-livered Cairell, and I undertake to prove on your hide that what my brother said was true and that what your brother said was false." "You undertake that," growled Cairell, and on the word he loosed a furious buffet at Con'an, which Cona'n returned with a fist so big that every part of Cairell's face was hit with the one blow.
She went away from Tara: and in all Ireland and in the world of living men she was not seen again, and she was never heard of again. "I think," said Cairell Whiteskin, "that although judgement was given against Fionn, it was Fionn had the rights of it." "He had eleven hundred killed," said Cona'n amiably, "and you may call that the rights of it if you like."
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