Let me swallow her said the sea, opening it, s great mouth like the mountain stag, Kishmul galley bounded to the top of the nearest wave. Let me topple her over said the wind, loud blowing with all its might, but like the seal of Lochlann, the galley darted down into a sea glen. Wild with anger the waves sprang at her planks and the wind tattered her sails and snapped her rigging let them do their worst, Kishmul Galley…