After this, Cormac went to see Steingerd the same as ever: and once when they talked over these doings she said no ill of them: whereupon he made this song: --

(18) "There sat they in hiding to slay me From the sight of my bride and my darling: But weak were the feet of my foemen When we fought on the island of weapons. And the rush of the mightiest rivers Shall race from the shore to the mountains Or ever I leave thee, my lady, And the love that I feast on to-day!" "Say no such big words about it," answered she; "Many a thing may stand in the road."

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