everything seemed to be different from what she had thought. Then she began to beg everybody's pardon.
"I had an evil vision," said she, "I saw crossways. How sad it is that I should begin to see the sort of things I thought I saw."
"Sit in this chair, mother," said Mongan, "and tell me what you thought you saw," and he slipped a spike under her, and mac an Dáv pushed her into the seat, and she died on the spike.
Just then there came a knocking at the door. Mac an Dáv opened it, and there was Tibraidè standing outside, and twenty-nine of his men were with him, and they were all laughing.
"A mile was not half enough," said mac an Dáv reproachfully.
The Chamberlain of the fortress pushed into the room and he stared from one Tibraidè to the other.
"This is a fine growing year," said he. "There never was a year when Tibraidès were as plentiful as they are this year. There is a Tibraidè outside and a Tibraidè inside, and who knows but there are some more of them under the bed. The place is crawling with them," said he.
Mongan pointed at Tibraidè.
"Don't you know who that is?" he cried.
"I know who he says he is," said the Chamberlain.
"Well, he is Mongan," said Mongan, "and these twenty-nine men are twenty-nine of his nobles from Ulster."
At that news the men of the household picked up clubs and cudgels and every kind of thing that was near, and made a violent and woeful attack on Tibraidè's men. The King of Leinster came in then, and when he was told Tibraidè was Mongan he attacked them as well, and it was with difficulty
