The Destruction of Dá Dergas Hostel. The Harvard Classics. 190914.
The Room of Conaires Majordomo
There I saw a room with one man in it. Rough cropt hair upon him. Though a sack of crab-apples should be flung on his head, not one of them would fall on the floor, but every apple would stick on his hair. His fleecy mantle was over him in the house. Every quarrel therein about seat or bed comes to his decision. Should a needle drop in the house, its fall would be heard when he speaks. Above him is a huge black tree, like a millshaft, with its paddles and its cap and its spike. Liken thou him, O Fer rogain!
Easy for me is this. Tuidle of Ulaid is he, the steward of Conaires household. Tis needful to hearken to the decision of that man, the man that rules seat and bed and food for each. Tis his household staff that is above him. That man will fight with you. I swear what my tribe swears, the dead at the Destruction slain by him will be more numerous than the living. Thrice his number will fall by him, and he himself will fall there. Woe to him who shall wreak the Destruction! etc.