[5-5] YBL. 49a, 11-12.

    [6-6] YBL. 49a, 12-13.

    [7-7] Stowe and H. 1. 13.

    [8-8] Stowe and H. 1. 13.

    [9-9] YBL. 49a, 17.

    [10-10] YBL. 49a, 18-20.

    [11-11] YBL. 49a, 20-21.

    [1-1] YBL. 49a, 23-24.

    [2-2] YBL. 49a, 25.

    [3-3] Stowe and H. 1. 13.

“Even another company came there to the same mound in Slane of Meath,” continued macRoth. [4]"Vaster than a division of three thousand was its appearance.[4] A large, [5]white-breasted,[5] well-favoured man in the van of that company.  Like to Ailill yonder, with his pointed weapons, the restrainer, both in features and noble bearing and fairness, both in arms and apparel, in valour and bravery and fame and deeds.  A blue shield [6]adapted for striking,[6] with boss of gold was [7]upon him.[7] A gold-hilted sword, [8]the pillar of a palace,[8] [9]along his shoulder[9] he bore on his left side; a five-pronged spear with gold, in his hand; [10]an exceeding fine cloak folded about him; a brooch of gold in the cloak over his breast; a tunic with red ornaments about him;[10] a golden crown on his head.”

    [4-4] YBL. 49a, 28.

    [5-5] YBL. 49a, 29.

    [6-6] YBL. 49a, 34.

    [7-7] YBL. 49a, 35, Stowe and H. 1. 13.

    [8-8] YBL. 49a, 35.

    [9-9] YBL. 49a, 35.

    [10-10] YBL. 49a, 31-34.

“But, who might that be?” asked Ailill of Fergus.  “Ah, but we know him well,” Fergus made answer. [11]"Truly, the sea over rivers is the one that is come thither; the wild rage of fire; not to be borne is his wrath against foes;[11] the root of all manhood; the assault of overwhelming power; the annihilation of men is he that is come thither.  Furbaide Ferbenn son of Conchobar, from Sil in Mag Inis in the north, is there.”

    [11-11] YBL. 49a, 36-38.

[12]"Yet another company came to the mound in Slane [W.5444.] of Meath,” continued macRoth.  “A sharp, proud folk; a stately, royal company, with their apparel of many colours, as well white and blue and black and purple, so that to a king could be likened each spirited, chosen man in the noble, most wonderful troop.  A feast for the eyes of a host, to gaze on their comeliness and their garb, as if it was going forth to some great surpassing assembly was each single man of that company.  A trine of noble, distinguished men were in the front rank of that company.  The first man of them with a dark-grey mantle fringed with gold thread about him; a brooch of gold in the mantle over his breast; a tunic of rare silk next to his skin; sandals of lamb’s skin he wore.  Not many men in the world are better-favoured than is he.  A light-yellow head of hair he has; a bright-faced sword with ivory hilt and with coils of gold thread, in his right hand.  He flings on high the tooth-hilted sword, so that it falls on the head of the middle man but it simply grazes it.