‘I swear by what my tribe swears,’ says the man of the long sight, ‘these are the cattle of some good lord. This is my judgment thereof: it is Conaire, son of Eterscéle, with multitudes of the men of Erin around him, who has travelled the road.’
Back then they go that they may tell it to the reavers. ‘This,’ they say, ‘is what we have heard and seen.’