Then the sons of Turenn prepared to go forward after Luga of the Long Arms to the battle. But as they were leaving the grave, they thought they heard a faint, muffled voice coming up from the ground beneath their feet—
The blood you have spilled,
The hero you've killed,
Shall follow your steps till your doom be fulfilled!
CHAPTER III.
DEFEAT AND FLIGHT OF THE LOCHLANNS.
Now as to Luga. After parting from his father, he journeyed westward till he reached Ath-Luan,[XXXVII.] thence to Ros-Coman, and over Moy-Lurg to the Curlieu Hills, and to the mountain of Kesh-Corran, till he reached the "Great Plain of the Assembly," where the foreigners were encamped, with the spoils of Connaught around them.
As he drew nigh to the Fomorian encampment, Bres, the son of Balor, arose and said—
"A wonderful thing has come to pass this day; for the sun, it seems to me, has risen in the west."
"It would be better that it were so," said the druids,[3] "than that matters should be as they are."
"What else can it be, then?" asked Bres.