One need not be a specialist in order to discover the scholarship which M. Jacobs has lavished on these volumes of his, in their short prefaces, and in then abundant notes and references.
ever, a placid calm after the great tempest and Fingula found herself alone, and she said this lay:
"Woe upon me that I am alive! My wings are frozen to my sides. O beloved three, O beloved three, Who hid under the shelter of my feathers, Until the dead come back to the living I and the three shall never meet again!"
And she flew to the Lake of the Seals and soon saw Conn coming towards her with heavy step and drenched feathers, and Fiachra also, cold and wet and faint, and no word could they tell, so cold and faint were they: but she nestled them under her wings and said: "If Aod could come to us now our happiness would be complete." But soon they saw Aod coming towards them with dry head and preened feathers: Fingula put him under the feathers of her breast, and Fiachra under her right wing, and Conn under her left: and they made this lay:
"Bad was our stepmother with us, She played her magic on us, Sending us north on the sea In the shapes of magical swans.
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