white cliff on the edge of the sea, getting its warmth from the sun.

The host race over the Plain of Sports; it is beautiful and not weak
their game is; death or the ebbing of the tide will not come to them
in the Many-coloured Land.

There will come at sunrise a fair man, lighting up the level lands;
he rides upon the plain that is beaten by the waves, he stirs the sea
till it is like blood. An army will come over the clear sea, rowing
to the stone that is in sight, that has a hundred sounds of music.

It sings a song to the army; it is not sad through the length of time;
it increases music with hundreds singing together; they do not look
for death or the ebb-tide.




_The Army of the Sidhe_

Laegaire, son of the king of Connacht, was out one day with the king
his father near Loch na-n Ean, the Lake of Birds, and the men of
Connacht with them, and they saw a man coming to them through the mist.
Long golden-yellow hair he had, and at his belt a gold-hilted sword,
and in his hand two five-barbed darts; a gold-rimmed shield on his
back, a five-folded crimson cloak about his shoulders, and it is what
he said:

The most beautiful of plains is the Plain of the Two Mists; it is not
far from this; the men of its army in good order go out ahead of their