But calm is my abode beyond the clouds,
And pleasant the broad fields of my repose.”
Finn.
“Go, and abide then on thy pleasant plains,”
Replied the mighty king with hand on hilt,
“Else, Cuhal’s Son, forget not in the field.
Weak is thy spectre—and my strength is great.
Did I direct my footsteps from the hill
Toward thy hall, high on the peaceful plain?
Or did my pow’rful spear e’er clash amid