Liken thou that, O Conaire, says every one: what is this noise?
I know nothing like it unless it be the earth that has broken, or the Leviathan that surrounds the globe32 and strikes with its tail to overturn the world, or the barque of the sons of Donn Désa that has reached the shore. Alas that it should not be they who are
Then came Conaire, so that he was on the green of the Hostel.