The Story of the Courtship of Ferb
the name of that servant was Broth. Then did the Druid who was with them raise his cry of lament, and all heard this lay which he chanted:—
Broth[1] in the bowl is found,
Soon strangers pass it round;
Troops are roused at battle's sound,
Heroes shall bleed!
Down crashes many a hall,
Warriors in duels fall.
Warlike deeds are rousing all.
Thus 'tis decreed!
Then Brod hurled his spear against Gerg, so that it passed right through his body. And king Gerg let the cup fall from his hand, and it fell on the floor of the house. "Broth has been found in the beaker, O Gerg!" cried Conor. "Rouse yourselves, ye young men!" said he; and into that house strode thirty warriors by Conor's side. And from the son of Alill, Conor smote the head, and one hundred heads were smitten off beside. Then out of the house went Conor and Brod, and he left
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- ↑ Literally.—There is "broth" in the beaker. Not long is it ere it is in the hands of strangers. Troops shall be (?) provoked. Heroes shall perish. Houses shall be destroyed. Battles . . . Duels shall be provoked for deeds with weapons. Thus shall it be.
