After the death of Cormac mac Art his son Cairbry came to the High-Kingship of Ireland. He had a fair daughter named _Sgeimh Solais_ (Light of Beauty), who was asked in marriage by a son of the King of the Decies. The marriage was arranged, and the Fianna claimed a ransom or tribute of twenty ingots of gold, which, it is said, was customarily paid to them on these occasions. It would seem that the Fianna had now grown to be a distinct power within the State, and an oppressive one, exacting heavy tributes and burdensome privileges from kings and sub-kings all over Ireland. Cairbry resolved to break them; and he thought he had now a good opportunity to do so. He therefore refused payment of the ransom, and summoned all the provincial kings to help him against the Fianna, the main body of whom immediately went into rebellion for what they deemed their rights. The old feud between Clan Bascna and Clan Morna now broke out afresh, the latter standing by the High King, while Clan Bascna, aided by the King of Munster and his forces, who alone took their side, marched against Cairbry. *The Battle of Gowra* All this sounds very matter-of-fact and probable, but how much real history there may be in it it is very hard to say. The decisive battle of the war which ensued took place at Gowra (Gabhra), the name of which survives in Garristown, Co. Dublin. The rival forces, when drawn up in battle array, knelt and kissed the sacred soil of Erin before they charged. The story of the battle in the poetical versions, one of which is published in the Ossianic Society’s “Transactions,” and another and finer one in Campbell’s “The Fians,”(191) is supposed to be related by Oisīn to St. Patrick. He lays great stress on the feats of his son Oscar: “My son urged his course Through the battalions of Tara Like a hawk through a flock of birds, Or a rock descending a mountain-side.” *The Death of Oscar* The fight was _à outrance_, and the slaughter on both sides tremendous. None but old men and boys, it is said, were left in Erin after that fight. The Fianna were in the end almost entirely exterminated, and Oscar slain. He and the King of Ireland, Cairbry, met in single combat, and each of them slew the other. While Oscar was still breathing, though there was not a palm’s breadth on his body without a wound, his father found him: “I found my own son lying down On his left elbow, his shield by his side; His right hand clutched the sword, The blood poured through his mail “Oscar gazed up at me— Woe to me was that sight! He stretched out his two arms to me, Endeavouring to rise to meet me. “I grasped the hand of my son And sat down by his left side; And since I sat by him there, I have recked nought of the world.” When Finn (in the Scottish version) comes to bewail his grandson, he cries: “Woe, that it was not I who fell In the fight of bare sunny Gavra, And you were east and west Marching before the Fians, Oscar.” But Oscar replies: