. Popular tales of the West Highlands : orally collected . , tobring her the head ofthe wretch to herbreakfast, that she wasthirsting greatly for It. Duanach went, andif he did, it was not atthe back of the Kingof Lochlann he went,but behind Conall Oh, ConaU,saidhe, thou hast not toldme yet if it be thou art nothastening thine hand,but making heavy thy blow ! and level that 1 Bard—From a cross near ^vretch that ought to Duppiin. be in a land of holes, or in clefts of rock, or in otters cah-ns ! Though thou shouldst fall, there would be no wife or sweetheart crying for thee, and not s
. Popular tales of the West Highlands : orally collected . , tobring her the head ofthe wretch to herbreakfast, that she wasthirsting greatly for It. Duanach went, andif he did, it was not atthe back of the Kingof Lochlann he went,but behind Conall Oh, ConaU,saidhe, thou hast not toldme yet if it be thou art nothastening thine hand,but making heavy thy blow ! and level that 1 Bard—From a cross near ^vretch that ought to Duppiin. be in a land of holes, or in clefts of rock, or in otters cah-ns ! Though thou shouldst fall, there would be no wife or sweetheart crying for thee, and not so with him.* Conall thought that it was in good purpose theman was for him, and that it was not in bad purpose. * As this is a kind of chorus, and probably old, I give theoriginal. Nur nach eil thu luaireachadli do laimh, ach a trom-achadh do bhuille, agus a bhiast sin a bo choir a bhi n talamlitoll, na n sgeilpidh chreag na n earn bhiasta dugha leagail! gada thuiteadh tiisa, cha bhiodh bean na leannan a glaoidheadh airdo shon, chab ionann sin as 232 WEST HIGHLAND TALES. He put his sword under the sword of the King ofLochlann, and he cast it to the skies ; and then hegave a spring himself on his back, and he levelled himon the ground, and he began to take off his head. Still thy hand, Conall, said Duanach achaidhDraodli, little is his little shambling head worth tothee.*] You are long enough at that game, throw awayyour swords and try another way. They threw awaytheir swords, and they put the soft white fists in eachothers breasts ; but they were no* struggling long tillConall gave the panting of his heart to the youngKing of Lochlann on the hard stones of the cause-way, t Said Conall to Duanach, Reach hither to me mysword, that I may take off his head. Not I, indeed, said Duanach. It is better forthee to have his head for thyself as it is, than fivehundred heads that thou mightest take out with him promise that he will be (diles duit) a friendto thee. Cona
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