who had offered their virginity to the Lord, he bound and sent on the
waves to be drowned, as they refused to adore idols and to marry. When
Patrick heard this, he besought the king regarding them, but in vain.
"Your brother Cairell has got thy luck, since he granted me a good
request," said Patrick, "and you have lost it through your disobedience.
He (Cairell) shall be a king, and there shall be kings and chiefs of his
race over your children and over all Ulster"; so that of him sprang the
race of kings, and of his son Deman, son of Cairell, son of Muiredhach,
according to the words of Patrick. Eochaidh's wife cast herself at the
feet of Patrick. He baptized her, and blessed the child in her
womb--_i.e._, the excellent and illustrious son, Domangart, the son of
Eochaidh. He it was whom Patrick left in his body, and he will be there
for ever. He turned back to the Fera-Ross, and commenced a church in
Druim-Mor, in the territory of Ross, over Cluain-Cain. It was here the
angel went to him and said: "It is not here you have been destined to
stay." "Where shall I go?" said Patrick. "Pass on to Macha northwards,"
said the angel. "The _cluain_ below is fairer," replied Patrick. "Be
its name Cluain-Cain" (_fair cluain_), answered the angel. "A pilgrim of
the Britons shall come and occupy there, and it shall be yours
afterwards." "_Deo gratias ago_," said Patrick. Where Patrick went then
was to Ard-Phadraig, on the east of Lughmadh, and he proposed to build an
establishment there. The Dal-Runter went after him to keep him, as one
presented him to another. He blessed them afterwards, and prophesied
that distinguished chiefs and clerics should be of them, and that they
should have possessions outside their territory, because they went forth
out of their own country after him. Patrick used to come every day from
the east, from Ard-Phadraig, and Mochta used to come from the west, from
Lughmadh, that they might converse together every day at Leac-Moctae.
One day the angel placed an epistle between them. Patrick read the
epistle, and what was in it was: "Mochta, the devoted, the believing, let