nd it will not be to happiness even then. There was a certain wicked
man in the country of Uladh--_i.e._, Magh-Inis--at that time, an impious
man, and a son of death--_i.e._, Mac Cuill--who was plundering and
killing the people. On one occasion Patrick and his companions passed by
him a certain day, and he desired to kill Patrick. This is what he (Mac
Cuill) said to his followers: "Behold the _tailcenn_ and false prophet,
who is deceiving every one; let us arise and make an attack on him, to
see if perhaps his God will assist him." This is what they planned
afterwards: to bring one of their people on a bier, as if dead, to be
resuscitated by Patrick, and to deceive Patrick; and they threw a cover
over his body and over his face. "Cure," said they to Patrick, "our
companion for us, and beseech your God to awake him from death." "My
_debroth_," said Patrick, "I would not wonder if he were dead." Garban
was the name of the man; and it is of him Patrick said: "The covering of
Garban shall be the covering of a dead body; but I shall tell you more:
it is Garban who will be under it." His friends removed the covering
from his face, so that they found it so. They afterwards became mute,
and then said: "Truly this is a man of God." They all believed at once.
Mac Cuill believed also; and he went on sea in a cot of one hide, by the
command of Patrick. Garban was awakened from death through the prayers
of Patrick. Mac Cuill, however, went that very day on sea, and his right
hand towards Magh-Inis, until he reached Manann; and he found two
venerable persons before him on the island. It was they who preached the
word of God in Manann, and it is through their teaching that the people
of that island were baptized and believed; their names are Coninnri and
Romael. When those men saw Mac Cuill in his cot, they took him off the
sea; they received him kindly; and he learned the divine knowledge with
them, and spent his whole time with them, until he got the episcopacy of
the place after them. This is Mac Cuill, of Mann, famous bishop and
abbot. May his holy favor assist us!

One time Patrick slept on a Sunday, on a hill over the sea, at Drombo,
when he heard the noise of Gentiles digging a rath on the Sabbath. He
called them, and told them to cease. They heeded him not, but began to
mock him. And Patrick said: "My _debroth_, your labor shall not profit
you." This was fulfilled; for on the following night a great tempest