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Updated: May 4, 2025
And when all the other kings heard of Seanchan's misfortunes, they sent to beg he would visit their courts. But he would have neither kiss nor welcome from them, and went on his way to the bardic mansion, where the best of good living was always to be had. And ever after the kings were afraid to offend Seanchan.
Now when it was told to Seanchan that the King of the Cats was on his way to come and kill him, he was timorous, and besought Guaire and all the nobles to stand by and protect him. And before long a vibrating, impressive, impetuous sound was heard, like a raging tempest of fire in full blaze.
'Then I will satirise them in a poem, said Seanchan; and forthwith he chanted so bitter a satire against them that ten mice fell dead at once in his presence. ''Tis well, said Seanchan; 'but the cat is the one most to blame, for it was her duty to suppress the mice.
'Now my curse on the hand that gave that blow! said the bard, when he got upon his feet. 'And wherefore? asked St. Kieran. 'Because, answered Seanchan, 'I would rather Irusan had killed me, and eaten me every bit, that so I might bring disgrace on Guaire for the bad food he gave me; for it was all owing to his wretched dinners that I got into this plight.
He died as he lived, without there being fear on him. When Seanchan, the renowned Bard, was made Ard-Filé or Chief Poet of Ireland, Guaire, the king of Connaught, to do him honour, made a great feast for him and the whole Bardic Association.
And when Guaire asked him again, 'How fares my noble guest, and this great and excellent people? Seanchan answered, 'I have never had worse days, nor worse nights, nor worse dinners in my life. And he ate nothing for three whole days. Then the king was sorely grieved that the whole Bardic Association should be feasting and drinking while Seanchan, the chief poet of Erin, was fasting and weak.
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