Conaire—killed.
Art-Aonfhir, the Melancholy—slain in battle.
Lughaidh, surnamed MacConn—thrust through the eye with a spear in a conspiracy.
Feargus, surnamed Black-teeth—murdered at the instigation of his successor.
Cormac-Ulfhada—‘A Prince of the most excellent wisdom, and kept the most splendid court that ever was in Bareland’; choked by the bone of a fish at supper....”
Near dawn he rose to his feet and stood with outstretched arms, yelling at the top of his voice:
“Connor, or Conchabhar—‘died of grief, being unable to redress the misfortunes of his country.’
Niall-Caillie—drowned in the river Caillie.
Turgesius—‘expelled the Barish historians, and burnt their books’; thrown into a lough and drowned....”
And Siebenhaar lifted up his eyes in wonder, for there was such a note of triumph in George’s voice.