The Ulstermen were drinking in the house
of Connavor’s Bard, Fedlimed mac Dall.
Fedlimed’s wedd-woman, who happened
to be full with child, was also in attendance.
She passed round meat and drink and, when the
house reached drunken uproar, made for her bed.
As she crossed the floor of the house
the child shrieked in her womb.
The shriek was heard by all.
“Woman,” said Fedlimed, “what is
that troubled sound from your womb,
the weird screaming at your waist
hurts the ears of those who hear it.
My heart is trembling as at the
portent of some great terror.”
Fedlimed’s wedd-woman turned,
at a loss, to Carva-the-Druid:
“Fair-faced prince, precious and pure
crowned in glory by a surfeit of lore
no words of light have I to shed
for my fine wedd-man Fedlimed;
though ‘twas the hollow of my belly
that howled, and brought me to tears,
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