Gilespie sprung to his feet, ran out of the tent, and raised the slogan of the Isles.

A hundred dirks flashed into the moonlight, and the Irish, wherever they could be found, were struck down and stabbed.

Some two or three found their horses and escaped, all the rest were murdered; and Shane himself, gashed with fifty wounds, was wrapped in a kern's old shirt, and flung into a pit, dug hastily among the ruined arches of Glenarm.
Even there, what was left of him was not allowed to rest.

Four days later, Piers, the captain of Knockfergus, hacked the head from the body, and carried it on a spear's point through Drogheda to Dublin, where, staked upon a pike, it bleached on the battlements of the castle, a symbol to the Irish world of the fate of Celtic heroes.'[1] [Footnote 1: Froude, p.418, &c.] Mr.Froude might have added: Celtic heroes struck down by Celtic hands.

No lord deputy could boast of a victory over Shane O'Neill in the field.