‘Woe to him who shall wreak this Destruction!’ says Lomna Drúth, ‘even because of that one man, Cormac Condlongas, son of Conchobar.’ ‘I swear what my tribe swears,’ says Lomna son of Donn Désa, ‘if I could fulfil my counsel, the Destruction would not be attempted were it only because of that one man, and because of the hero's beauty42 and goodness!’