Find the Poet son of Ross the Red went to the house of Be Whiteskin daughter of Coirpre Niafer. Now there was an ale-feast ready for her father and she shewed it not to her father’s brother, though there were in his single person a poet and a king. And nought was found by him save milk and corn. Whereupon Find the Poet said ‘Have thou no worth of thy goods, O strong Be, without brotherhood! may thy honours ebb utterly!: noble lords are not upraised before thy womb-family.’
Then a tumor seized the damsel, so that she was swollen, and it closed her door, and choked her breath so that she died thereof, and she was buried in that place [Ceilbe], and her gravedigger said: ‘Here under concealment (cell) is Be.’
Otherwise: Cairpre son of Ross had the by names Cairpre Colbi and Nia fer. ‘Tis he that there buried alive (beo) the free hostage of Tara, wherefore he is called Col-beo, or Ceil-beo, and hence is Cel-be.
Or thus: Dallán son of Macachán son of Echtigern, a sage was he in wisdom and in poetry. He went to the house of Gel-be daughter of Cerball son of Muirecan King of Leinster. ‘Tis he that used to divine everything concealed. The damsel went to welcome him, and she had under her garment a branch of thorn with its sloes. She said: ‘What is under my garment, O Dallán?’ Dallán replied: ‘I apply a miracle of prophecy, with a cry of knowledge of white wisdom that near may be what a prophecy that is silent [?] manifests. A brown bush of spiky thorn bearing ignoble black sloes there is under thy garment, thou dear damsel. I will make thee wail[?].’
Thereat Gel-be was silent, and the poet said: ‘Thy... for I will blemish thee.’ ‘Nay,’ says the damsel: ‘thou shalt have the place where we met, only let it bear my name, to wit, Râith Gelbe.’ And hence is Ceilbe.