Note 4-4 — Footnotes.

"Still another 4great, fierce4 company came to the same hill in Slane of Meath," macRoth continued. 5"A battle-line with strange garments upon them,5 steadfast, without equal. A 6comely,6 handsome, 7matchless,7 untiring warrior in the van of this company; 8the flower of every form, whether as regards hair, or eye, or whiteness; whether of size, or followers or fitness.8 Next to his skin a blue, narrow-bordered cloth, with strong, woven and twisted hoops of silvered bronze, with becoming, sharp-fashioned buttons of red gold on its slashes and breast-borders; a 9green9 mantle, pieced together with the choicest of all colours, 10folded about him;10 11a brooch of pale gold in the cloak over his breast;11 five circles of gold, *LL. fo. 99a. that is, his shield, he bore on him; a tough, obdurate, straight-bladed sword for a hero's handling hung high on his left side. A straight, fluted spear, flaming red 12and venomous12 in his hand." "But, who might that be?" asked W. 5342. Ailill of Fergus. "Truly, we know him well," Fergus made answer. 1"Fiery is the manner of the warlike champion who has so come thither.1 The choice flower of royal poets is he. He is the rush on the rath; he is the way to the goal; fierce is his valour, the man that came thither; Amargin son of the smith Ecetsalach ('the Grimy'), the noble poet from the Buas in the north, is he."