Where are my brothers?
Why have I lived?
This apex of affliction to know
What now is left
But a life of despair
I am unable to bear
Such heart-break of anguish and woe.
…And what of the swans?
Miserable their abode on the Sea of Moyle with the dark, wild sea about them.
They began to suffer from cold and hunger.
One night a tempest fell upon the sea.
Finnola saw the sky of threatening clouds approaching.
“Beloved brothers,” she said, “it is certain this storm will separate us. We must appoint a place of meeting.”
“Your words are true and wise,” said Aedh.
“Let us fix on the Rock of One,” said Fiachra.
“It is a crag we are all familiar with,” said Conn.
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