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Do chum glóire Dé agus onóra na h-Eireann.

Table of Contents

[Book I]
[Chapter I]
[Chapter II]
[Chapter III]
[Chapter IV]
[Chapter V]
[Chapter VI]
[Chapter VII]
[Chapter VIII]
[Chapter IX]
[Chapter X]
[Chapter XI]
[Chapter XII]
[Chapter XIII]
[Chapter XIV]
[Chapter XV]
[Chapter XVI]
[Chapter XVII]
[Chapter XVIII]
[Chapter XIX]
[Chapter XX]
[Chapter XXI]
[Chapter XXII]
[Chapter XXIII]
[Book II]
[Chapter I]
[Chapter II]
[Chapter III]
[Chapter IV]
[Chapter V]
[Chapter VI]
[Chapter VII]
[Chapter VIII]
[Chapter IX]
[Chapter X]
[Chapter XI]
[Chapter XII]
[Chapter XIII]
[Chapter XIV]
[Chapter XV]
[Chapter XVI]
[Chapter XVII]
[Chapter XVIII]
[By the Same Author]

BOOK I

CHAPTER I

Once on a time Conachúr mac Nessa[1] was on a journey, and had to pass the night at the house of Felimid mac Dall, his storyteller. He was annoyed because his wife, Maeve, had not come with him, but Maeve had the knack of annoying him more than any one else was able to; so that when he thought of her his mind went intriguing and adventuring, for he was always trying to get the better of her, and was seldom without the feeling that she was getting or had just got the best of him.

For this reason he was irritable and could not look at any one with benevolence except Fergus mac Roy. But he could not look otherwise than benevolently on Fergus.

Meantime, night was at hand, and one must sleep, and it is vexatious to sleep alone.

He clapped his hands, and said to the attendant who appeared: