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She fell in love with them as Mongan had done, but there was nobody in the world could have avoided loving those cows: such cows they were! such wonders! Mongan and Duv Laca used to play chess together, and then they would go out together to look at the cows, and then they would go in together and would talk to each other about the cows.
"Done," roared Mongan, and the two kings shook hands on the bargain. Mongan then called some of his own people, and before any more words could be said and before any alteration could be made, he set his men behind the cows and marched home with them to Ulster. Duv Laca wanted to know where the cows came from, and Mongan told her that the King of Leinster had given them to him.
"What is the name of your story?" he asked. "It is called 'Mongan's Frenzy." "I never heard of it before," cried the abbot joyfully. "I am the only man that knows it," Cairide' replied. "But how does that come about?" the abbot inquired. "Because it belongs to my family," the story-teller answered. "There was a Cairide' of my nation with Mongan when he went into Faery.
In order to end the trouble between Fiachna Finn and Fiachna Duv the babies were affianced to each other in the cradle on the day after they were born, and the men of Ireland rejoiced at that deed and at that news. But soon there came dismay and sorrow in the land, for when the little Mongan was three days old his real father, Mananna'n the son of Lir, appeared in the middle of the palace.
Then he did bring Mongan back, and by his means peace was made between Mongan and Fiachna Duv, and Mongan was married to his cradle-bride, the young Duv Laca. One day Mongan and Duv Laca were playing chess in their palace. Mongan had just made a move of skill, and he looked up from the board to see if Duv Laca seemed as discontented as she had a right to be.
Rollerstone'e book. Mongan had a quarrel with Forgoll, his chief bard or file, as to the place where Fothad Airgtech king of Ireland had been slain by Cailte, one of Finn's companions. Mongan said it was on the banks of the Lame in Ulster, near his own palace; Forgoll said it was at Dubtar in Leinster.
"This time," said he to mac an Da'v, "I'll get back my wife." "You will indeed," said mac an Da'v heartily, "and you'll get mine back too." "Go over yonder," said Mongan, "and tell the Hag of the Mill that I want to talk to her." Mac an Da'v brought her over to him. "Is it true what the servant man said?" she asked. "What did he say?" said Mongan. "He said you wanted to talk to me."
He gave the Black Hag seven castles with their territories, and he gave her one hundred of every sort of cattle that he had captured. She was satisfied. Then he went back to Ireland, and after he had been there for some time his wife gave birth to a son. "You have not told me one word about Duv Laca," said the Flame Lady reproachfully. "I am coming to that," replied Mongan.
"There is a warrior like the men of old time approaching from the south, and a headless spear-shaft in his hand." "I told you he would be coming," said Mongan. Before the words were out from between his teeth, the warrior had leaped the three ramparts into the middle of the dun, and in a moment was there between Mongan and the file in the hall. "What is it is troubling you?" said he.
"Mongan asked for three days' delay to consider the dreadful dilemma in which the Bard's threat had placed him. And during that time Mongan sat with his wife consoling her, saying, "A man will come to us, his feet are already upon the western sea." And at the time when the Bard stood up to claim the wife, a strange warrior came into the encampment, holding a barbless spear.
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