‘How is that, O Ingcél?’ asks Fer rogain.
‘However it be,’ answers Ingcél, ‘royal is the custom(?), hostful is the tumult: kingly is the noise thereof. Whether a king be there or not, I will take the house for what I have a right to. Thence my turn of rapine cometh.39’
‘We have left it in thy hand, O Ingcél!’ say Conaire's foster-brothers. ‘But we should not wreak the Destruction till we know who may be therein.’
‘Question, hast thou seen the house well, O Ingcél?’ asks Fer rogain.
‘Mine eye cast a rapid glance around it, and I will accept it for my dues as it stands.’