aig is so called.

A "boar of a fire" is kindled by the sons of Donn Desa to give warning
to Conaire. So _that_ is the first warning-beacon that has been made in
Erin, and from it to this day every warning-beacon is kindled.

This is what others recount: that it was on the eve of _samain_
(All-Saints-day) the destruction of the Hostel was wrought, and that
from yonder beacon the beacon of _samain_ is followed from that to this,
and stones (are placed) in the _samain_-fire.

Then the reavers framed a counsel at the place where they had put the
cairn.

"Well, then," says Ingcel to the guides, "what is nearest to us here?"

"Easy to say: the Hostel of Hua Derga, chief-hospitaller of Erin."

"Good men indeed," says Ingcel, "were likely to seek their fellows at
that Hostel to-night."

This, then, was the counsel of the reavers, to send one of them to see
how things were there.

"Who will go there to espy the house?" say everyone.

"Who should go," says Ingcel, "but I, for 'tis I that am entitled to
dues."

Ingcel went to reconnoitre the Hostel with one of the seven pupils of
the single eye which stood out of his forehead, to fit his eye into the
house in order to destroy the king and the youths who were around him
therein. And Ingcel saw them through the wheels of the chariots.

Then Ingcel was perceived from the house. He made a start from it after
being perceived.

He went till he reached the reavers in the stead wherein they were. Each
circle of them was set around another to hear the tidings--the chiefs of
the reavers being in the very centre of the circles. There were Fer ger
and Fer gel and Fer rogel and Fer rogain and Lomna the Buffoon, and
Ingcel the One-eyed--six in the centre of the circles. And Fer rogain
went to question Ingcel.

"How is that, O Ingcel?" asks Fer rogain.

"However it be," answers Ingcel, "royal is the custom, hostful is the
tumult: kingly is the noise thereof. Whether a king be there or not, I
will take the house for what I have a right to. Thence my turn of
rapine cometh."

"We have left it in thy hand, O Ingcel!" say Conaire's fosterbrothers.
"But we should not wreak the Destruction till we know who may
be therein."

"Question, hast thou seen the house well, O Ingcel?" asks Fer rogain.

"Mine eye cast a rapid glance around it, and I will accept it for my
dues as it stands."

"Thou mayest well accept it, O Ingcel," saith Fer rogain: "the foster
father of us all is there,