At midday on the morrow, ‘well’, says Guare, ‘let a bishop be summoned to me that I may make my confessions to him and be anointed.’
‘Why is this?’ says Diarmait.
‘Deemest thou not, O Diarmait, that it is an omen of death to me that in a stead where stand the men of Erin, both wretched and strong, not one of them asketh aught of me?’