e sea. A water opposed his passage--_i.e._, there was
an unusually large rock in it--and he cursed it. On the water there is a
place, Buaile-Patrick is its name--_i.e._, a little mound--with a cross
there, where Patrick rested a short time. Then the holy bishop, Bron of
Caisel-Irra, and the holy Mac Rime of Cill-Corcaraidhe; and there he
wrote an alphabet for him; and I have heard from another that in the said
place he gave a tooth from his jaw to Bishop Bron, for he was dear to
Patrick. Immediately on coming from the west, across the Muaidh, into
Gregraighe, he met three virulent druids at Rath-Righbhaird, who were
able to do nothing to him; and he said that there never would be wanting
of this people a man of such magical knowledge.

Mac Erca, the son of Draighen, who is in Cill-roe-mor, in the territory
of Hy-Amhalgadha. Patrick baptized the seven sons of Draighen, and he
selected of them Mac Erca, and gave him to Bishop Bron to be fostered;
for it would not be easy to take him far away, in consequence of the love
of his father for him.

Patrick marked out the site of Caisel-Irra, and the flag on which
Patrick's tooth fell is in the middle of the _lis_. Bishop Bron founded
the place, and Patrick prophesied that the place would be deserted by
Gentiles, _quod factum est_.

Then Patrick desired the fishermen to set their nets for him in the
river--_i.e._, in Sligech. They said to him, "A salmon is not taken in
this period of the winter; but as you desire it, however," said the
fishermen, "we will do so." They placed their nets, and caught large
salmon; and they gave them to Patrick; and he blessed the river, so that
Sligech is the most fruitful river of Erinn, for fish is caught in it
every quarter (of the year).

Bishop Rodan, the herd--Patrick left him in Muirisk, in
Cill-espuig-Rodain. His calves would only do what he counselled;
wherefore the harpers and musicians had a proverb. The Callraighe of
Cul-Cernadhan were in a secret place before Patrick, and they brought
their spears close to their shields to assault Patrick and his people.
"My _debroth_," said Patrick, "what you did is not good. Every battle
and every conflict which you wage, and your children after you, will be
gained over you." They forthwith knelt to Patrick, except five. Patrick
said: "In any battle that may be won against you, though all Connacht be
after you, no greater number than five shall fall of you." And so is it
observed.