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A voice is heard at a distance, as of one in grief; it was Carril of other times, who came from the dark Slimora (1).-He told of the death of Cuchullin, and of his mighty deeds. The people were scattered around his tomb: their arms lay on the ground. They had forgot the battle, for the sound of his shield had ceased.
(1) Slimora, a hill in Connaught , near which Cuchullin was killed,