A blessing on their glens.
A blessing on their hills.
As the sands of the seas under ships--
So numerous be their homesteads,
In slopes, in plains,
In mountains, in peaks,
A blessing."


Patrick afterwards went to the territory of Hy-Failge, and Foilge Berrad
boasted that, if he met Patrick, he would kill him, in revenge of the
idol Cenn Cruach; for it was this that was a god to Foilge. This boast
of Foilge was kept back from Patrick by his people. One day Odran, his
charioteer, said to Patrick: "Since I have been a long time driving for
you, O Patrick! let me take the chief seat for this day. Be you the
charioteer, O father!" Patrick did so. After this Foilge came, who
dealt a thrust through Odran, in the guise of Patrick. "My curse," said
Patrick. "Upon the tree of Bridam," said Odran. "Be it so," replied
Patrick. Foilge died at once, and went to hell. As to Foilge Ross,
indeed, it is his children who are in the district at this day; and
Patrick blessed him, and from him is the sovereignty of the district
filled for ever.

On one occasion, as Patrick was going the way of Midluachair, in order to
come to Uladh, he met carpenters cutting down trunks of yew. Patrick saw
their blood ooze from their palms in the operation. "Whence are ye?"
said Patrick. "We are slaves belonging to Trian, son of Fiac, son of
Amalgad--_i.e._, brother to Trichem--who are in subjection and
affliction, so much so that we are not allowed to sharpen our axes
(irons), in order that our work may be the heavier and more difficult, so