‘There I beheld a trio in the midst of the house at the door. Three holed maces in their hands. Swift as a hare(?) was each of them round the other towards the door. Aprons were on them, and they had gray and speckled mantles. Liken thou that, O Fer rogain!’
‘Easily done: Three doorwardens of Tara's King are those, namely Echur 'Key' and Tochur and Tecmang, three sons of Ersa 'Doorpost' and Comla 'Valve'. Thrice their number will fall by them, and they will share a man's triumph among them. They will chance to escape though wounded.’
‘Woe to him that shall wreak!’ etc., says Lomna Drúth.
‘Ye cannot,’ says Ingcél, etc. ‘And after that whom sawest thou?’