"Thee thyself," she answered, "and with thee Eogan the son of
Durthacht."
[FN#44] Pronounced find-roony; usually translated "white bronze."
"Then," said Conor, "thou shalt dwell with Eogan for a year;" and he gave Deirdre over into Eogan's hand.
Now upon the morrow they went away over the festal plain of Macha, and Deirdre sat behind Eogan in the chariot; and the two who were with her were the two men whom she would never willingly have seen together upon the earth, and as she looked upon them, "Ha, Deirdre," said Conor, "it is the same glance that a ewe gives when between two rams that thou sharest now between me and Eogan!" Now there was a great rock of stone in front of them, and Deirdre struck her head upon that stone, and she shattered her head, and so she died.
This then is the tale of the exile of the sons of Usnach, and of the
Exile of Fergus, and of the death of Deirdre.
THE LAMENT OF DEIRDRE OVER THE SONS OF USNACH
ACCORDING TO THE GLENN MASAIN VERSION
ALSO THE CONCLUSION OF THE TALE FROM THE SAME VERSION
I grieved not, Usna's sons beside;
But long, without them, lags the day:
Their royal sire no guest denied;
Three lions from Cave Hill were they.
Three dragons bred in Mona's fort
Are dead: to them from life I go;
Three chiefs who graced the Red Branch Court,
Three rocks, who broke the rush of foe.