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The Feasting Hall of the Dagda
The company cheered as lu entered. He was half way across the hall when ogma, who was his cups and had taken the young man's boasts as a personal slight, squared up to him. Ogma bent down and dug his fingers in between the flagstones of the floor. Muscles straining, he spun around and around and hurled it through the wall of the feasting hall. A few moments later, the flagstone flew back through the wall and landed in the exact place it had been removed from. The tuas cheers at that were deafening. And finally, lu sang of the hills of conemara, a soothing, longing song which sounded like summer