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Lamderg! says Firchios son of Aydon, Gealchossa may be on the hill; she and her chosen maids pursuing the flying deer.
Firchios! no noise I hear. No sound in the wood of the hill. No deer fly in my sight; no panting dog pursueth. I see not Gealchossa my love; fair as the full moon setting on the hills of Cromleach. Go, Firchios! go to Allad[1], the grey-haired son of the rock. He liveth in the circle of stones; he may tell of Gealchossa.
Allad! saith Firchios, thou who dwellest in the rock; thou who tremblest alone; what saw thine eyes of age?
I saw, answered Allad the old, Ul-
- ↑ Allad is plainly a Druid consulted on this occasion.
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