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Fergus / The whole day have I followed in the rocks, / And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, / First as a raven on whose ancient wings / Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed / A weasel moving on from stone to stone, / And now at last you wear a human shape, / A thin gray man half lost in gathering night.
Druid / What would you, king of the proud Red Branch kings?