"That bright lure," said Cuculain, "shall no more be a cause of
death to brave men. This lawn, O Laeg, is surely the richest of
all the lawns in the world. Close-enwoven and thick is the mantle
of short green grass which it wears, decked all over with red-
petalled daisies and bright flowers more numerous than the stars
on a frosty night."
"That is not surprising," said Laeg, "for the lawn is enriched and
made fat by the blood that has been shed abundantly now for a long
time, the blood of heroes and valiant men--slain here by the
people of the dun. Very rich too, are the men, both on account of
their strippings of the slain, and on account of the druidic well
of magic which is within the dun. For the people come from far and
near to pay their vows at that well, and they give costly presents
to those sorcerers who are priests and custodians of the same."
"Noble, indeed, is the dun," said Cuculain. "But it is yet early,
for the sun is not yet risen from his red-flaming eastern couch,
and the people of the dun, too, are in their heavy slumber.
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