Then with trembling and terror of Mac cecht they flee over three ridges.
They took the pledges among them again47, even Gér and Gabur and Fer rogain.
‘Woe to him that shall wreak the Destruction,’ says Lomna Druth; ‘your heads will depart from you.’
‘Ye cannot,’ says Ingcél: ‘clouds of weakness are coming to you’ etc.
‘True indeed, O Ingcél,’ says Lomna Drúth son of Donn Désa. ‘Not unto thee is the loss caused by the Destruction. Woe is me for the Destruction, for the first head that will reach the Hostel will be mine!’
‘'Tis harder for me,’ says Ingcél: ‘'tis my destruction that has been
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there.’
‘Truly then,’ says Ingcél, ‘maybe I shall be the corpse that is frailest there,’ etc.
‘And afterwards whom sawest thou there?’