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162 The Death of the Sons of Usnech.
D. "I would rather have every one's ill,"
Said Deirdre, without darkness,
Than your ill, gentle three!
With whom I have searched sea and mighty land.
265. "I see his head on Buinne,
Since it is his life that is largest.
Sad indeed it is with me to-night,
His head (to be) on Buinne the Rough-red!
269. Hereafter they went forward to Ard na Sailech, which
is called Armagh today. Then said Deirdre: "Sad I deem what
I now perceive, thy cloud, Naisi, in the air — and it is a
cloud of blood. And I would give you counsel, sons of
Usnech!" saith Deirdre.
"What counsel is that which thou hast?" saith Naisi.
275. To go to-night to Dundalk where Qhere; is Cúchulainn,
and to abide there until Fergus shall come, or to go under
Cuchulainn's safeguard to Emain."
"We have no need to carry out that," saith Naisi. And
the girl said this:
280. "0 Naisi, look on the cloud
Which I see here in the air!
I see over green Emain
A great cloud of crimson blood.
I am startled at the cloud
Which I see here in the air.
Likened to a clot of blood
(Is) the fearful, thin cloud.
I would give you counsel,
beautiful sons of Usnech!
Not to go to Emain to-night,
With all the danger that is on you.