Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

Ossianic and other Early Lc^iends. 227
O Conan of the sharp tongue," said Slothful Fellow,
" and perhaps he'll move." Up flew Conan, and strokes
from his rod fell like hail on the sluggard's beast, but his
where has
legs remained as if rooted to the soil. " Ah !
my memory fled ? " said Giolla Deacair. " He will _noc_^ y*/^—-^0.^
^^^-^^
move without feeling the weight of six men such as^*
Conan Maol (the bald)."