shment for seven bishops;
and there Bite is now, the brother's son of Aisicus from Elphin.

It was then also that he foretold of Domhnall, son of Aedh, son of
Ainmire--viz., he fixed a pole in Ard-fothaidh, and on the morrow it was
bent; and Patrick said that the place would be the seat of a king, which
was fulfilled in Domhnall. On Sith-Aedha Patrick blessed Conall Mac
Neill, when Patrick's hands would fall on the head of Fergus. Conall
wondered at this thing, when Patrick said:

"A youth (_i.e._, Colum-Cille) shall be born of his tribe,
Who will be a sage, a prophet, and poet,
A glorious, bright, clear light,
Who will not utter falsehood."

After Patrick had blessed the Cenel-Conaill, and had left a blessing on
their forts and rivers and churches, he went into the country of Eoghan,
the son of Niall, across Bernas of Tir-Aedha into Magh-Itha, and to
Domhnachmor of Magh-Itha, where he left Dudubae, son of Corcan, of his
people. And Patrick said to his people: "Take care that you meet not
with the lion, Eoghan, son of Niall." Muiredhach, the son of Eoghan, who
was in the front of the youths, met on the way Sechnall, who was in the
rear of the host of clerics. Sechnall said to Muiredhach: "You would
have a reward from me, if you would persuade your father to believe."
"What reward?" asked he. "The sovereignty of thy tribe shall for ever
belong to thy heirs," said Sechnall. "I will," answered Muiredhach. In
Fidhmor it was that Eoghan met with Patrick, where the flag (_lec_) is.
"If you would believe in your country," said Patrick, "the hostages of
the Gaedhil would come to you."

"I am not good-looking," said Eoghan; "my brother precedes me on account
of my ugliness." "What form do you desire?" asked Patrick. "The form of
the young man who is under (_i.e._., _who is bearing_) your
satchel--_i.e._, Rioc of Inis-bo-finde," said Eoghan. Patrick covered
them over with the same garment, the hands of each being clasped round
the other. They slept thus, and afterwards awoke in the same form, with
the difference of the tonsure. "I don't like my height," said Eoghan.
"What size do you desire to be?" asked Patrick. Eoghan reached up his
hand with his sword. "I should like this height," said he; and he
immediately grew to that height. Patrick afterwards blessed Eoghan, with
his sons. "Which of your sons is dearest to you?" asked Patrick.
"Muiredhach," said he. "Sovereignty from him for ever," said Pat