So Loegaire was called to Cobthach that he might leave him his blessing before he died. Now when Loegaire went in to his brother the leg of a hen's chick is broken on the floor of the house. Unlucky was thine illness, says Loegaire. This is fitting, says Cobthach: all has departed, both blood and bone, both life and wealth. Thou hast done me damage, my lad, in breaking the hen's leg. Bring it hither that I may put a bandage round it.2 Woe is me, says Loegaire, the man has decay and destruction: he is delivered into neglect. Come, tomorrow, says Cobthach, that my tomb be raised by thee, and that my pillar-stone be planted, my assembly of mourning be held, and my burial-paean be performed; for I shall die swiftly. Well, says Loegaire, it shall be done.