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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 dark Slimora (1).-- He told of the death of Cuchullin, and of his mighty deeds. The people were scattered round his tomb : their arms lay on the ground. They had forgot the war, for he, their fire, was seen no more,

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(1) stimora, a hill in Connaught, near which Cuchullin was killed.

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fide of the king: he fell in the halls of his fathers. His fair hair is in the dust. His blood is smoking round.

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(1) That is, himself and Carril, as it afterwards appears.

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when it is bright: no darkness travelled over his brow. But he came with his thousands to Ullin; to aid the red-haired Cairbar: and now he comes to revenge his death, O king of woody Morven!—

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