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son of Mugruch; his arm is strong as a storm.
Morna.
And is the son of Tarman fallen; the youth with the breast of snow! the first in the chase of the hill; the foe of the sons of the ocean!—Duchommar, thou art gloomy indeed; cruel is thine arm to me.——But give me that sword, son of Mugruch; I love the blood of Cadmor.
[He gives her the sword, with which she instantly stabs him.]
Duchommar.
Daughter of Cormac-Carbre, thou hast pierced Duchommar! the sword is cold in my breast; thou hast killed the son of Mugruch. Give me to Moinie
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