A short circuit of the feast at Aileach

I could have sworn I walked over the ground today where the banqueting hall of this feast once stood:
The kings of Erin in fetters,
With Muircheartach son of warlike Niall,
Ten hundred heroes of distinguished valour
Of the race of the fierce fair Eoghan.
The Son of the living God was pleased
With Muircheartach, the son of Niall;
Long in possession [...]

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