usts!
We fell by each other though it was senseless: it was the encounter of
two heroes.

Do not await the terror of night on the battle-field among the slain
warriors:
One should not hold converse with ghosts! betake thee home, carry my
spoils with thee!

Every one will tell thee that mine was not the raiment of a churl:
A crimson cloak and a white tunic, a belt of silver, no paltry work!

My five-edged spear, a murderous lance, whose slaughters have been
many;
A shield with five circles and a boss of bronze, by which they used
to swear binding oaths.

The white cup of my cup-bearer, a shining gem, will glitter before
thee;
My golden finger-ring, my bracelets, treasures without a flaw, King Nia
Nar had brought them over the sea.

Cailte's brooch, a pin with luck, it was one of his marvellous
treasures:
Two heads of silver round a head of gold, a goodly piece, though small.

My draught-board--no mean treasure!--is thine; take it with thee.
Noble blood drips on its rim, it lies not far hence.

Many a body of the spear-armed host lies here and there around its
crimson woof;
A dense bush of the ruddy oak-wood conceals it by the side of the
grave.

As thou carefully searchest for it thou shouldst not speak much:
Earth never covered anything so marvellous.

One half of its pieces are yellow gold, the other are white bronze;
Its woof is of pearls; it is the wonder of smiths how it was wrought.

The bag for its pieces,--'tis a marvel of a story--its rim is
embroidered with gold;
The master-smith has left a lock upon it which no ignorant person can
open.

A four-cornered casket,--it is but tiny--made of coils of red gold;
One hundred ounces of white bronze have been put into it firmly.

For it is of a coil of firm red gold, Dinoll the goldsmith brought it
over the sea;
Even one of its clasps only has been priced at seven slave-women.[8]

Memories describe it as one of Turvey's master-works:
In the time of Art--he was a luxurious king--'tis then Turvey, lord of
many herds, made it.

Smiths never made any work comparable with it;
Earth never hid a king's jewel so marvellous.

If thou be cunning as to its price, I know thy children will never be
in want;
If thou hoard it, a close treasure, none of thy offspring w