‘Reproach not our honour, O Ingcél,’ say Gér and Gabur and Fer rogain. ‘The Destruction shall be wrought unless the earth break under it, until all of us are slain thereby.’
‘Truly, then, thou hast reason, O Ingcél,’ says Lomna Drúth son of Donn Désa. ‘Not to thee is the loss caused by the Destruction. Thou wilt carry off the head of the king of a foreign country, with thy slaughter of another; and thou and thy brothers will escape from the Destruction, even Ingcél and Écell and the Yearling of the Rapine.’