When tidings of Lir's grief reached Bove Derg, he was surrounded by his
mightiest chiefs. 'Go forth,' he said, 'in fifty chariots go forth. Tell
Lir I am his friend as ever, and ask that he come with you hither. Three
fair foster-children are mine, and one may he yet have to wife, will he
but bow to the will of the people, who have chosen me their King.'
When these words were told to Lir, his heart was glad. Speedily he called
around him his train, and in fifty chariots set forth. Nor did they
slacken speed until they reached the palace of Bove Derg by the Great
Lake. And there at the still close of day, as the setting rays of the sun
fell athwart the silver waters, did Lir do homage to Bove Derg. And Bove
Derg kissed Lir and vowed to be his friend for ever.
And when it was known throughout the Dedannan host that peace reigned
between these mighty chiefs, brave men and fair women and little children
rejoiced, and nowhere were there happier hearts than in the Green Isle of
Erin.
Time passed, and Lir still dwelt with Bove Derg in his palace by the Great
Lake. One morning the King said, 'Full well thou knowest my three fair
foster-daughters, nor have I forgotten my promise that one thou shouldst
have to wife. Choose her whom thou wilt.'
Then Lir answered, 'All are indeed fair, and choice is hard. But give unto
me the eldest, if it be that she be willing to wed.
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