Ye shall not come again.
Speed hence, speed hence, O lone white swans,
Till the ringing of Christ’s bell;
Then at the last ye shall have rest,
And Death shall take ye to his breast
At the ringing of Christ’s bell.”
Having sung this farewell song, Aeifa ordered the horses to be yoked again to her chariot.
This done, she drove away westward, nor was there a single heart in those who accompanied her but was filled with sorrow and foreboding.
When the lake was no longer visible, and the gloom of the mountains came down upon the pass which led towards the westlands where Bove Derg dwelled, a faint wild aerial singing was heard, delicate as tinkling cowbells on far hill-pastures.
Before Aeifa drew near to the great dun of Bove Derg, she put each of her company under a solemn bond of silence as to what she had meant to do and not done, and as to what later she had done; and because of the lealty of the bond to a woman, and also because of the fear of each towards the druidical fairy wand that she still carried, the oath was taken by one and all.