“Mrs. Mongan?”
“Yes, just so,” Ulick replied, laughing. “Mongan asked for three days’ delay to consider the dreadful dilemma in which the Bard’s threat had placed him. And during that time Mongan sat with his wife consoling her, saying, “A man will come to us, his feet are already upon the western sea.” And at the time when the Bard stood up to claim the wife, a strange warrior came into the encampment, holding a barbless spear. He said that he was Caolte, one of Fin’s famous warriors, that the king whose place of death was in dispute was killed where Mongan had said, that if they dug down into the earth they would find the spear-head, that it would fit the shaft he held in his hand, that it was the spear-head that had killed the king.”
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