‘What is this?’ asked Conaire. ‘Easy to say,’ his people answer. ‘Easy to know that the king's law has broken down therein, since the country has begun to burn.’
‘Whither shall we betake ourselves?’ says Conaire.
‘To the Northeast,’, say his people.
So then they went righthandwise round Tara, and lefthandwise round Bregia, and the clóenmíla (evil beasts?) of Cerna were hunted by him. But he saw it not till the chase had ended.
They that made of the world that smoky mist of magic were elves, and they did so because Conaire's tabus had been violated.