The Project Gutenberg eBook of TÁIN BÓ CÚALNGE, by Joseph Dunn.

Now for the first time done entire into English out of the Irish of the Book of Leinster and Allied Manuscripts

JOSEPH DUNN

Professor at the Catholic University Washington

WITH TWO PAGES IN FACSIMILÉ OF THE MANUSCRIPTS

LONDON
DAVID NUTT
17 GRAPE STREET, NEW OXFORD STREET, W.C
1914

To the Memory of
MY MOTHER

PREFACE

The Gaelic Literature of Ireland is vast in extent and rich in quality. The inedited manuscript materials, if published, would occupy several hundred large volumes. Of this mass only a small portion has as yet been explored by scholars. Nevertheless three saga-cycles stand out from the rest, distinguished for their compass, age and literary worth, those, namely, of the gods, of the demigod Cuchulain, and of Finn son of Cumhall. The Cuchulain cycle, also called the Ulster cycle—from the home of its hero in the North of Ireland—forms the core of this great mass of epic material. It is also known as the cycle of Conchobar, the king round whom the Ulster warriors mustered, and, finally, it has been called the Red Branch Cycle from the name of the banqueting hall at Emain Macha in Ulster.

Only a few of the hundred or more tales which once belonged to this cycle have survived. There are some dozen in particular, technically known as Remscéla or "Foretales," because they lead up to and explain the great Táin, the Táin Bó Cúalnge, "The Cualnge Cattle-raid," the Iliad of Ireland, as it has been called, the queen of Irish epic tales, and the wildest and most fascinating saga-tale, not only of the entire Celtic world, but even of all western Europe.

The mediaeval Irish scholars catalogued their native literature under several heads, probably as an aid to the memory of the professional poets or story-tellers whose stock-in-trade it was, and to one of these divisions they xii gave the name Táinte, plural of Táin. By this term, which is most often followed by the genitive plural bó, "cows," they meant "a driving," or "a reaving," or even "a drove" or "herd" of cattle. It is only by extension of meaning that this title is applied to the Táin Bó Cúalnge, the most famous representative of the class, for it is not, strictly speaking, with the driving of cattle that it deals but with that of the Brown Bull of Cualnge. But, since to carry off the bull implies the carrying off of the herd of which he was the head, and as the "Brown" is always represented as accompanied by his fifty heifers, there were sufficient grounds for putting the Brown Bull Quest in the class of Cow-spoils.

The prominence accorded to this class of stories in the early literature of Ireland is not to be wondered at when the economic situation of the country and the stage of civilization of which they are the faithful mirror is borne in mind.¹ Since all wars are waged for gain, and since among the Irish, who are still very much a nation of cattle raisers, cattle was the chief article of wealth and measure of value,² so marauding expeditions from one district into another for cattle must have been of frequent occurrence, just as among the North American Indians tribal wars used to be waged for the acquisition of horses. That this had been a common practice among their kinsmen on the Continent also we learn from Caesar's account of the Germans (and Celts?) who, he says, practised warfare not only for a means of subsistence but also for exercising their xiii warriors. How long-lived the custom has been amongst the Gaelic Celts, as an occupation or as a pastime, is evident not only from the plundering incursions or "creaghs"³ as they are called in the Highlands and described by Scott in Waverley and The Fair Maid of Perth, but also from the "cattle-drives" which have been resorted to in our own day in Ireland, though these latter had a different motive than plunder. As has been observed by Sir Henry Sumner Maine, Lord Macaulay was mistaken in ascribing this custom to "some native vice of Irish character," for, as every student of ancient Ireland may perceive, it is rather to be regarded as "a survival, an ancient and inveterate habit" of the race.

One of these many Cattle-preys was the Táin Bó Cúalnge,⁴ which, there can be little doubt, had behind it no mere myth but some kernel of actual fact. Its historical basis is that a Connacht chieftain and his lady went to war with Ulster about a drove of cattle. The importance of a racial struggle between the north-east province and the remaining four grand provinces of Ireland cannot be ascribed to it. There is, it is true, strong evidence to show that two chief centres, political, if not cultural and national, existed at the time of the Táin in Ireland, Cruachan Ai, near the present Rathcroghan in Connacht, and Emain Macha, the Navan Fort, two miles west of Armagh in Ulster, and it is with the friendly or hostile relations of these two that the Ultonian cycle of tales deals. Ulster, or, more precisely, the eastern portion of the Province, was the scene of all the Cattle-raids, and there is a degree of truth in the couplet,—

But there are no indications of a racial clash or war of tribes. With the exception of the Oghamic writings inscribed on the pillar-stones by Cuchulain, which seem to require interpretation to the men of Connacht by Ulstermen, the description of the warriors mustered by the Connacht warrior queen and those gathered round King Conchobar of Ulster accord quite closely.

The Táin Bó Cúalnge is the work not of any one man but of a corporation of artists known as filid. The author of the Táin in its present state, whoever he may have been, was a strong partisan of Ulster and never misses an opportunity of flattering the pride of her chieftains. Later a kind of reaction against the pre-eminence given to Ulster and the glorification of its hero sets in, and a group of stories arises in which the war takes a different end and Cuchulain is shown to disadvantage, finally to fall at the hands of a Munster champion. It is to this southern province that the saga-cycle which followed the Cuchulain at an interval of two hundred years belongs, namely, the Fenian saga,—the saga of Finn son of Cumhall, which still flourishes among the Gaelic speakers of Ireland and Scotland, while the Cuchulain stories have almost died out among them. The mingling of the two sagas is the work of the eighteenth-century Scots Lowlander, James Macpherson.

The Táin Bó Cúalnge is one of the most precious monuments of the world's literature, both because of the poetic worth it evidences at an early stage of civilization, and for the light it throws on the life of the people among whom it originated and that of their ancestors centuries earlier. It is not less valuable and curious because it shows us the earlier stages of an epic—an epic in the making—which it does better perhaps than any other work in literature. Ireland had at hand all the materials for a great national xv epic, a wealth of saga-material replete with interesting episodes, picturesque and dramatic incidents and strongly defined personages, yet she never found her Homer, a gifted poet to embrace her entire literary wealth, to piece the disjointed fragments together, smooth the asperities and hand down to posterity the finished epic of the Celtic world, superior, perhaps, to the Iliad or the Odyssey. What has come down to us is "a sort of patchwork epic," as Prescott called the Ballads of the Cid, a popular epopee in all its native roughness, wild phantasy and extravagance of deed and description as it developed during successive generations. It resembles the frame of some huge ship left unfinished by the builders on the beach and covered with shells and drift from the sea of Celtic tradition. From the historical standpoint, however, and as a picture of the old barbaric Celtic culture, and as a pure expression of elemental passion, it is of more importance to have the genuine tradition as it developed amongst the people, unvarnished by poetic art and uninfluenced by the example of older and alien societies.

According to the Chronicles of Ireland, as formulated in the Annals of Tigernach,⁵ who died in 1088, King Conchobar of Ulster began to reign in the year 30 b.c., and he is said to have died of grief at the news that Christ had been crucified. His reign therefore lasted about sixty years. Cuchulain died in the year 39 a.d. in the twenty-seventh year of his age, as we learn from the following entry: "The death of Cuchulain, the bravest hero of the Irish, by Lugaid son of Three Hounds, king of Munster, and by Erc, king of Tara, son of Carbre Niafer, and by the three sons of Calatin of Connacht. Seven years was his age when he assumed arms, seventeen was xvi his age when he followed the Driving of the Kine of Cualnge, but twenty-seven years was his age when he died."⁶

A very different account is given in the manuscript known as H. 3. 17, Trinity College, Dublin, quoted by O'Curry in his Manuscript Materials, page 508. The passage concludes with the statement: "So that the year of the Táin was the fifty-ninth year of Cuchulain's age, from the night of his birth to the night of his death." The record first quoted, however, is partly corroborated by the following passage which I translate from the Book of Ballymote, facsimilé edition, page 13, col. a, lines 9-21: "In the fourteenth year of the reign of Conairè (killed in 40 b.c.) and of Conchobar, the Blessed Virgin was born. At that time Cuchulain had completed thirteen years; and in the fourth year after the birth of Mary, the expedition of the Kine of Cualnge took place ... that is, in the eighteenth year of the reign of Conairè. Cuchulain had completed his seventeenth year at that time. That is, it was in the thirty-second year of the reign of Octavius Augustus that the same expedition took place. Eight years after the Táin Bó Cúalnge, Christ was born, and Mary had completed twelve years then, and that was in the fortieth year of the reign of Octavius Augustus; and in the twenty-sixth year of the reign of Conairè and Conchobar, and in the second year after the birth of Christ, Cuchulain died. And twenty-seven years was Cuchulain's age at that time."

These apparent synchronisms, of course, may only rest upon the imagination of the Christian annalists of Ireland, who hoped to exalt their ancient rulers and heroes by bringing them into relation with and even making them participate xvii in the events of the life of the Saviour. But in placing the date of the expedition of the Táin at about the beginning of the Christian era, Irish tradition is undoubtedly correct, as appears from the character of the civilization depicted in the Ulster tales, which corresponds in a remarkable degree with what authors of antiquity have recorded of the Celts and with the character of the age which archaeologists call "la Tène," or "Late Celtic," which terminates at the beginning of the first century of our era. Oral tradition was perhaps occupied for five hundred years working over and developing the story of the Táin, and by the close of the fifth century the saga to which it belonged was substantially the one we have now. The text of the tale must have been completed by the first half of the seventh century, and, as we shall see, its oldest extant version, the Book of the Dun, dates from about the year 1100.

But, whatever may be the precise dates of these events, which we are not in a position to determine more accurately, the composition of the Táin Bó Cúalnge antedates by a considerable margin the epic tales of the Anglo-Saxons, the Scandinavians, the Franks and the Germans. It is the oldest epic tale of western Europe, and it and the cycle of tales to which it belongs form "the oldest existing literature of any of the peoples to the north of the Alps."⁷ The deeds it recounts belong to the heroic age of Ireland three hundred years before the introduction of Christianity into the island, and its spirit never ceased to remain markedly pagan. The mythology that permeates it is one of the most primitive manifestations of the personification of the natural forces which the Celts worshipped. Its historical background, social organization, chivalry, mood and thought and its heroic ideal are to a large extent, and with perhaps some pre-Aryan survivals, not only those of xviii the insular Celts of two thousand years ago, but also of the important and wide-spread Celtic race with whom Caesar fought and who in an earlier period had sacked Rome and made themselves feared even in Greece and Asia Minor.

The following is the Argument of the Táin Bó Cúalnge, which, for the sake of convenience, is here divided into sections:

I. The Prologue

One night at the palace of Cruachan in Connacht, a dispute arose between Queen Medb, the sometime wife of Conchobar, king of Ulster, and her consort Ailill, as to the amount of their respective possessions. It may be remarked in passing that in those days in Ireland, married women retained their private fortune independent of their husbands, as well as the dowry secured to them in marriage. To procure the evidence of their wealth, the royal pair sent messengers to assemble all their chattels which, on comparison, were found to be equal, excepting only that among Ailill's kine was a lordly bull called Finnbennach, "the Whitehorned," whose match was not to be found in the herds of the queen.

II. The Embassage to Darè and the Occasion of the Táin

As we might expect, Medb was chagrined at the discovery. Now her herald macRoth had told her that Darè macFiachna, a landowner of Cualnge, a district in the territory of her former husband, possessed an even more wonderful bull than Ailill's, called Donn Cualnge, "the Brown Bull of Cualnge." So she despatched macRoth to Darè to pray for the loan of the bull.

Darè received the queen's messengers hospitably and readily granted her request, but in the course of the entertainment, one of the messengers, deep in his cups, spoke xix against Darè, and he, hearing this, withdrew his promise and swore that he would never hand over the Brown Bull of Cualnge.

III. The Gathering of Medb's Forces

The impetuous queen, enraged at the failure of her mission, immediately mustered a formidable army, composed not only of her Connachtmen but also of allies from all parts of Ireland, wherewith to undertake the invasion of Ulster. On her side were the Ulster chieftains who had gone into exile into Connacht after the treacherous slaughter of the sons of Usnech by King Conchobar of Ulster. Chief among them was Fergus, who, moreover, had a personal grievance against Conchobar. For, while Fergus was king of Ulster, he had courted the widow Ness and, in order to win her, promised to abdicate for the term of one year in favour of her son Conchobar. But when the term had elapsed, the youth refused to relinquish the throne, and Fergus in anger entered the service of Medb of Connacht. There he was loaded with favours, became the counsellor of the realm and, as appears from more than one allusion in the tale, the more than friend of the wife of King Ailill.

The four leagued provinces of Ireland being gathered at Cruachan, the guidance of the host was entrusted to Fergus, because he was acquainted with the province of Ulster through which they were to march, and at the beginning of winter—a point emphasized by the exponents of the sun-theory—the mighty host, including in its ranks the king and queen and some of the greatest warriors of Ireland, with the princess Finnabair as a lure, set forth on the raid into Ulster.

They crossed the Shannon near Athlone and, marching through the province of Meath, arrived at the borders of Cualnge. Fortunately for the invaders, the expedition took place while the Ulstermen lay prostrate in their cess, xx or "Pains," a mysterious state of debility or torpor which was inflicted on them periodically in consequence of an ancient curse laid upon Conchobar and the warriors of Ulster as a punishment for a wrong done to the goddess Macha. This strange malady, resembling the couvade among certain savage nations, ordinarily lasted five days and four nights, but on this occasion the Ulstermen were prostrate from the beginning of November till the beginning of February. During all that time the burden of defending the province fell on the shoulders of the youthful champion Cuchulain, who had in his particular charge the plain of Murthemne, the nearest district to Cualnge, the goal of the expedition. For Cuchulain and his father Sualtaim were alone exempt from the curse and the "Pains" which had befallen the remainder of the champions of Ulster.

IV. The Youthful Exploits of Cuchulain

The Connacht host had not proceeded far when they came upon evidence of some mighty force that opposed them. In answer to the inquiries of Ailill and Medb, Fergus explains that it is Cuchulain who disputes their further advance, and, as evidence of the superhuman strength and prowess of the Ulster youth, then in the seventeenth year of his age, the Ulster exiles recount the mighty deeds he had performed in his boyhood, chief among which is the tale according to which, as eric for the killing of the hound of Culann the Smith, the boy-hero Setanta assumed the station and the name which ever after clung to him of Cuchulain, "the Hound of Culann."

V. The Single Combats of Cuchulain

Cuchulain agrees to allow the Connacht host to continue their march on condition that every day they send one of xxi their champions to meet him in single combat. When he shall have killed his opponent, the host shall halt and pitch camp until the following morning. Medb agrees to abide by these terms. In each of the contests which ensue, the heroic youth is victorious and slays many of the most celebrated warriors on the side of Connacht. The severest of all these single combats was the one in which he had as opponent his former friend and foster-brother Ferdiad. At the end of a four days' battle, in which both adversaries exhibited astounding deeds of valour, Ferdiad fell by the hands of Cuchulain.

Impatient at these delays, Medb broke the sacred laws of ancient Irish chivalry and led her army into Ulster, overrunning the province, pillaging and burning as she went, even up to the walls of Emain Macha, the residence of Conchobar, and finally took possession of the Brown Bull of Cualnge.

VI. The Gathering of the Ulstermen and the Final Battle of the Táin

By this time King Conchobar and his warriors have come out of their debility and summoned their forces to an eminence in Slane of Meath. The great gathering of the Ulstermen is reported to Medb by her trusty herald macRoth, and from his description of the leaders and their troops, their exiled countryman Fergus designates them to the nobles of Connacht. In the final battle Medb's army is repulsed and retreats in flight into Connacht. Thus each host has had its share of the fortunes of war: Medb has laid waste the lands of her divorced husband and carried off the Brown Bull of Cualnge, the prize of war, while on the other hand, Conchobar has won the victory in the great battle of Garech and Ilgarech.

VII. The End of the two Bulls

On the way back to Connacht, the Brown Bull of Cualnge emitted such terrible bellowings that they reached the ears of the Whitehorned remaining at home in his stall in Cruachan, whence he rushed at full speed to attack the other. A furious battle took place between the bulls, but the Brown was the stronger, and raising his rival on his horns he shook the Whitehorned into fragments over all Ireland. He then returned in fury to Ulster, and in his wild rage dashed his head against a rock and was killed.

The Táin Bó Cúalnge has been preserved, more or less complete, in a score of manuscripts ranging in date from the beginning of the twelfth to the middle of the nineteenth century. There probably existed other manuscripts containing not only the Táin as we have it but even episodes now wanting in it. All of the extant manuscripts go back to versions which date from the seventh century or earlier. No manuscript of the Táin is wholly in the language of the time when it was copied, but, under the cloak of the contemporaneous orthography, contains forms and words so obsolete that they were not understood by the copyist, so that glossaries had to be compiled to explain them.

It is by a singular good fortune that this, the greatest of all the epic tales of the Irish, has been handed down to our day in the two most ancient and, for that reason, most precious of the great Middle Irish collections of miscellaneous contents known as the Leabhar na hUidhre, "the Book of The Dun (Cow)," and the Book of Leinster. The former and older of these vellum manuscripts (abbreviated LU.) is kept in the Library of the Royal Irish Academy at Dublin. It must have been written about the beginning of the twelfth century, for its compiler and writer, Moelmuire macCeilechair (Kelleher), is known to have been slain at Clonmacnois in the year 1106; some of its linguistic xxiii forms, however, are as old as the eighth century glosses. Unfortunately, LU.'s account of the Táin is incomplete at the beginning and the end, but the latter portion is made good by the closely related, though independent, version contained in the manuscript known as the Yellow Book of Lecan (abbreviated YBL.). This manuscript was written about the year 1391 and it is also kept in Dublin in the Library of Trinity College. To the same group as LU. and YBL., which for the sake of convenience we may call version A, belong also the British Museum MSS., Egerton 1782, a large fragment, and Egerton 114, both dating from the fifteenth or sixteenth century.

Version B comprises the closely related accounts of the Táin as contained in the Book of Leinster (abbreviated LL.) and the following MSS.: Stowe 984 (Royal Irish Academy), written in the year 1633 and giving, except for the loss of a leaf, a complete story of the Táin; H. 1. 13 (Trinity College, Dublin), written in the year 1745 and giving the Táin entire; Additional 18748 (abbreviated Add.), British Museum, copied in the year 1800 from a 1730 original; Egerton 209 and Egerton 106 (British Museum), both fragments and dating from the eighteenth century. Fragments of a modern version are also found in MS. LIX, Advocates' Library, Edinburgh.

To version C belong only fragments: H. 2. 17 (Trinity College, Dublin), dating from the end of the fourteenth or the beginning of the fifteenth century; the almost identical Egerton 93 (British Museum), consisting of only ten leaves and dating from nearly a century later, and H. 2. 12 (Trinity College, Dublin), consisting of only two pages.⁸ xxiv

The manuscripts belonging to each of these versions, A, B, and C, have sufficient traits in common to place them in a group by themselves. The question of the relationship of these manuscripts to one another and of the character of the suppositional archetype from which they are all descended is a most intricate one and one which has given rise to considerable discussion. The question still awaits a definite answer, which may never be forthcoming, because of the disappearance not only of the first draft of the Táin, but also of that of some of its later redactions. We must not overlook the possibility, either, of an otherwise faithful copyist having inserted in the text before him a passage, or even an entire episode, of his own fabrication. This, no doubt, happened not infrequently, especially in the earlier period of the copying of Irish manuscripts, and a single insertion of this kind, or the omission, intentionally or by oversight, of a part of the original from the copy might, it will easily be seen, lead one to conclude that there once existed a form of the story which as a matter of fact never existed.

The version of the Táin which I have chosen as the basis for my translation is the one found in the Book of Leinster (Leabhar Laighneach), a voluminous vellum manuscript sometime called the Book of Glendalough and now kept in the Library of Trinity College, Dublin, catalogue number H. 2. 18. Only a part of the original book remains. It dates from about the year 1150. This date is established by two entries in the manuscript itself: "Aed son of Crimthann (Hugh macGriffin) hath written this book and out of many books hath he compiled it" (facsimilé, at the bottom of page 313). Who this Aed was will be clear from the other entry. It appears that he had lent the manuscript while still unfinished to Finn macGorman, xxv who was Bishop of Kildare from 1148 and died in the year 1160, and who on returning the book wrote in it the following laudatory note in Irish to Aed: "(Life) and health from Finn, the Bishop of Kildare, to Aed son of Crimthann, tutor of the chief king (i.e. of King Dermod macMurrogh, the infamous prince who half a century later invited Strongbow and the Normans to come over from Wales to Ireland) of Mug Nuadat's Half (i.e. of Leinster and Munster), and successor of Colum son of Crimthann (this Colum was abbot of Tir da ghlass the modern Terryglas on the shore of Lough Derg, in the County Tipperary—and died in the year 548), and chief historian of Leinster in respect of wisdom and intelligence, and cultivation of books, science and learning. And let the conclusion of this little tale (i.e. the story of Ailill Aulom son of Mug Nuadat, the beginning of which was contained in the book which Finn returns) be written for me accurately by thee, O cunning Aed, thou man of the sparkling intellect. May it be long before we are without thee. My desire is that thou shouldst always be with us. And let macLonan's Songbook be given to me, that I may understand the sense of the poems that are in it. Et vale in Christo."⁹

It would seem from another note in the manuscript¹⁰ that the Book of Leinster afterwards belonged to some admirer of King Dermod, for he wrote: "O Mary! Great was the deed that was done in Ireland this day, the kalends of August (1166)—Dermod, son of Donnoch macMurrogh, King of Leinster and of the (Dublin) Danes to be banished by the men of Ireland over the sea eastwards. Woe, woe is me, O Lord, what shall I do!"¹¹

My reason for founding the translation on the LL. version, in spite of the fact that its composition is posterior by half a century to that of LU., was not merely out of respect for the injunction of the scribe of the ne varietur and to merit his blessing (page 369), but also because LL.'s is the oldest complete version of the Táin extant. Though as a rule (and as is easily discernible from a comparison of LU. and LL.), the shorter, terser and cruder the form of a tale is, the more primitive it is, yet it is not always the oldest preserved form of a work that represents the most ancient form of the story. Indeed, it is not at all improbable that LL. contains elements which represent a tradition antedating the composition of LU. At all events, LL. has these strong points in its favour, that, of all the versions, it is the most uniform and consistent, the most artistically arranged, the one with most colour and imagination, and the one which lends itself most readily to translation, both in itself and because of the convenient Irish text provided by Professor Windisch's edition. In order to present the Táin in its completest form, however, I have adopted the novel plan of incorporating in the LL. account the translations of what are known as conflate readings. These, as a rule, I have taken from no manuscript that does not demonstrably go back to a twelfth or earlier century redaction. Some of these additions consist of but a single word: others extend over several pages. This dovetailing could not always be accomplished with perfect accuracy, but no variants have been added that do not cohere with the context or destroy the continuity of the story. Whatever slight inconsistencies there may be in the accounts of single episodes, they are outweighed, in my opinion, by the value and interest of the additions. In all cases, however, the reader can control the translation by means of the foot-notes which xxvii indicate the sources and distinguish the accretions from the basic text. The numerous passages in which Eg. 1782 agrees with LU. and YBL. have not all been marked. The asterisk shows the beginning of each fresh page in the lithographic facsimilé of LL., and the numbers following "W" in the upper left hand margin show the corresponding lines in the edition of the Irish text by Windisch.

In general, I believe it should be the aim of a translator to give a faithful rather than a literal version of his original. But, owing to the fact that so little of Celtic scholarship has filtered down even to the upper strata of the educated public and to the additional fact that the subject matter is so incongruous to English thought, the first object of the translator from the Old Irish must continue to be, for some time to come, rather exactness in rendering than elegance, even at the risk of the translation appearing laboured and puerile. This should not, however, be carried to the extent of distorting his own idiom in order to imitate the idiomatic turns and expressions of the original. In this translation, I have endeavoured to keep as close to the sense and the literary form of the original as possible, but when there is conflict between the two desiderata, I have not hesitated to give the first the preference. I have also made use of a deliberately archaic English as, in my opinion, harmonizing better with the subject. It means much to the reader of the translation of an Old Irish text to have the atmosphere of the original transferred as perfectly as may be, and this end is attained by preserving its archaisms and quaintness of phrase, its repetitions and inherent crudities and even, without suppression or attenuation, the grossness of speech of our less prudish ancestors, which is also a mark of certain primitive habits of life but which an over-fastidious translator through delicacy of feeling might wish to omit. These side-lights on the semi-barbaric xxviii setting of the Old Irish sagas are of scarcely less interest and value than the literature itself.

The Táin Bó Cúalnge, like most of the Irish saga-tales as they have come down to us in their Middle Irish dress, is chiefly in prose, but interspersed with verse. The verse-structure is very intricate and is mostly in strophic form composed of verses of fixed syllabic length, rhymed and richly furnished with alliteration. There is a third form of speech which is neither prose nor verse, but partakes of the character of both, a sort of irregular, rhymeless verse, without strophic division and exceedingly rich in alliteration, internal rhyme and assonance. This kind of speech, resembling in a way the dithyrambic passages in the Old Testament, was known to the native Irish scholars as rosc and it is usually marked in the manuscripts by the abbreviation R. It was used in short, impetuous outbursts on occasions of triumph or mourning.

While, on the whole, I believe the student will feel himself safer with a prose translation of a poem than with one in verse, it has seemed to me that a uniform translation of the Táin Bó Cúalnge in prose would destroy one of its special characteristics, which is that in it both prose and verse are mingled. It was not in my power, however, to reproduce at once closely and clearly the metrical schemes and the rich musical quality of the Irish and at the same time compress within the compass of the Irish measure such an analytic language as English, which has to express by means of auxiliaries what is accomplished in Early Irish by inflection. But I hope to have accomplished the main object of distinguishing the verse from the prose without sacrifice of the thought by the simple device of turning the verse-passages into lines of the same syllabic length as those of the original—which is most often the normal seven-syllable line—but without any attempt at imitating the rhyme-system or alliteration.

In order not to swell the volume of the book, the notes have been reduced to the indispensable minimum, reserving the commentary and the apparatus of illustrative material for another volume, which we hope some day to be able to issue, wherein more definitely critical questions can be discussed. There are a few Irish words which have been retained in the translation and which require a word of explanation: The Old Irish geis (later, also geas¹²; plural geasa) has as much right to a place in the English vocabulary as the Polynesian word tabu, by which it is often translated. It is sometimes Englished "injunction," "condition," "prohibition," "bond," "ban," "charm," "magical decree," or translated by the Scots-Gaelic "spells," none of which, however, expresses the idea which the word had according to the ancient laws of Ireland. It was an adjuration by the honour of a man, and was either positive or negative. The person adjured was either compelled or made in duty bound to do a certain thing, or, more commonly, was prohibited from doing it. The Old Irish gilla is often translated "vassal," "youth," "boy," "fellow," "messenger," "servant," "page," "squire" and "guide," but these words bear false connotations for the society of the time, as does the Anglicised form of the word, "gillie," which smacks of modern sport. It meant originally a youth in the third of the six ages of man. Compare the sense of the word varlet or valet in English, which was once "a more honourable title; for all young gentlemen, untill they come to be eighteen years of age, were termed so" (Cotgrave), and of the same word in Old French, which was "un jeune homme de condition honorable" (J. Loth, Les Mabinogion, I, page 40, note). A liss or rath is a fortified place enclosed by a circular mound or trench, or both. A dûn is a fortified residence surrounded by an earthen rampart. In the case of names of places and persons, I have xxx thought it best to adhere as closely as possible to the spellings used in the LL. manuscript itself. It is of the utmost importance to get the names of Irish places and of Irish heroes correctly determined and to discard their English corrupted spellings. There are certain barbarisms, however, such as Slane (Slemain), Boyne (Boann), and perhaps even Cooley (Cualnge), which have been stereotyped in their English dress and nothing is to be gained by reforming them. The forms Erin (dative of Eriu, the genuine and poetic name of the island) and Alba have been retained throughout instead of the hybrids "Ireland" and "Scotland." Final e is occasionally marked with a grave (e.g. Manè, Darè) to show that it is not silent as it often is in English.

I quite perceive that I have not always succeeded in reproducing the precise shade of meaning of words certain of which had become antiquated and even unintelligible to the native scholars of the later Middle Irish period themselves. This is especially true of the passages in rosc, which are fortunately not numerous and which were probably intentionally made as obscure and allusive as possible, the object being, perhaps, as much the music of the words as the sense. Indeed, in some cases, I have considered myself fortunate if I have succeeded in getting their mere drift. No one takes to heart more than the present writer the truth of Zimmer's remark, that "it needs no great courage to affirm that not one of the living Celtic scholars, with all the aids at their disposal, possesses such a ready understanding of the contents of, for example, the most important Old Irish saga-text, "The Cualnge Cattle-raid," as was required thirty or more years ago in Germany of a good Gymnasium graduate in the matter of the Homeric poems and without aids of any kind."¹³ However, in xxxi spite of its defects, I trust I have not incurred the censure of Don Quijote¹⁴ by doing what he accuses bad translators of and shown the wrong side of the tapestry, thereby obscuring the beauty and exactness of the work, and I venture to hope that my translation may prove of service in leading students to take an interest in the language and literature of Ireland.

WORKS ON THE TÁIN BÓ CÚALNGE

(Our Bibliography has no Pretension at being Complete)

The Táin has been analysed by J.T. Gilbert, in the facsimilé edition of LU., pages xvi-xviii, based on O'Curry's unpublished account written about 1853; by Eugene O'Curry in his "Lectures on the Manuscript Materials of Ancient Irish History," pages 28-40, Dublin, 1861; by John Rhys in his "Lectures on the Origin and Growth of Religion as illustrated by Celtic Heathendom," page 136, the Hibbert Lectures, London, 1898; by J.A. MacCulloch in "The Religion of the Ancient Celts," pages 127 and 141, London, 1911; in the Celtic Magazine, vol. xiii, pages 427-430, Inverness, 1888; by Don. Mackinnon in the Celtic Review, vol. iv, page 92, Edinburgh, 1907-8; by H. d'Arbois de Jubainville, in Bibliothèque de l'école des chartes, tome xl, pages 148-150, Paris, 1879; by Bryan O'Looney, in the Proceedings of the Royal Irish Academy, Second Series, vol. I, pages 242-248, Dublin, 1879; by H. Lichtenberger, "Le Poème et la Légende des Nibelungen," pages 432-434, Paris, 1891; by Eleanor Hull, in "A Text Book of Irish Literature," Pt. I, p. 24, Dublin and London, 1906; by Victor Tourneur, "La Formation du Táin Bó Cúalnge," in Mélanges Godefroid Kurth, II, 413-424, Liège, 1908; by E.C. Quiggin, in the Encyclopedia Britannica, 11th edition, page 626.

The text of the Táin is found in whole or in part in the xxxiii facsimilé reprints published by the Royal Irish Academy, Dublin, 1870 and following; viz.: the Book of Leinster, folios 53b-104b; the Book of the Dun Cow, folios 55a-82b, and the Yellow Book of Lecan, folios 17a.-53a; in "Die Altirische Heldensage, Táin Bó Cúalnge, herausgegeben von Ernst Windisch, Irische Texte, Extraband, Leipzig, 1905"; from LU. and YBL., by John Strachan and J.G. O'Keeffe, as a supplement to Ériu, vol. i, Dublin, 1904 and fol.; our references to LU. and YBL. are from this edition as far as it appeared; from that point, the references to YBL. are to the pages of the facsimilé edition; the LU. text of several passages also is given by John Strachan in his "Stories from the Tain," which first appeared in Irisleabhar na Gaedhilge ("The Gaelic Journal"), Dublin; reprinted, London and Dublin, 1908; Max Nettlau, "The Fer Diad Episode of the Tain Bo Cuailnge," Revue Celtique, tome x, pages 330-346, tome xi, pages 23-32, 318-343; "The Fragment of the Tain Bo Cuailnge in MS. Egerton 93," Revue Celtique, tome xiv, pages 254-266, tome xv, pages 62-78, 198-208; R. Thurneysen, "Táin Bó Cúailghni nach H. 2. 17," Zeitschrift für Celtische Philologie, Bd. viii, S. 525-554; E. Windisch, "Táin Bó Cúailnge nach der Handschrift Egerton 1782," Zeitschrift für Celtische Philologie, Bd. ix, S. 121-158. The text of "The Fight at the Ford," from the Murphy MS. 103 (written about 1760), is printed in Irisleabhar Muighe Nuadhad, Dublin, 1911, pp. 84-90.

The Táin has been translated by Bryan O'Looney in a manuscript entitled "Tain Bo Cualnge. Translated from the original vellum manuscript known as the Book of Leinster, in the Library of Trinity College, Dublin. To which are added the ancient Prologues, Prefaces, and the Pretales or Stories, Adventures which preceded the principal Expedition or Tain, from various vellum MSS. in the Libraries of Trinity College and the Royal Irish Academy, Dublin, 1872." (A good translation, for its time. For xxxiv O'Looney's works on the Táin, see the Proceedings of the Royal Irish Academy, Second Series, Vol. i, No. 11, Polite Literature and Antiquities, Dublin, 1875; for W.J. Hennessy's, see The Academy, No. 873, Lee, "Dictionary of National Biography," xxv, 1891, pages 424-425, and V. Tourneur, "Esquisse d'une histoire des études celtiques," page 90, note 5.) The Royal Irish Academy contains another manuscript translation of the Táin (24, M, 39), by John O'Daly, 1857. It is a wretched translation. In one place, O'Daly speaks of William Rily as the translator. L. Winifred Faraday's "The Cattle-Raid of Cualnge," London, 1904, is based on LU. and YBL. Two copies of a complete translation of the LL. text dating from about 1850 is in the possession of John Quinn, Esq., of New York City. H. d'Arbois de Jubainville translated the Táin from the LL. text, but with many omissions: "Enlèvement [du Taureau Divin et] des Vaches de Cooley," Revue Celtique, tomes xxviii-xxxii, Paris, 1907 and fl. Eleanor Hull's "The Cuchullin Saga," London, 1898, contains (pages 111-227) an analysis of the Táin and a translation by Standish H. O'Grady of portions of the Add. 18748 text. "The Táin, An Irish Epic told in English Verse," by Mary A. Hutton, Dublin, 1907, and Lady Augusta Gregory's, "Cuchulain of Muirthemne," London, 1903, are paraphrases. The episode "The Boyish Feats of Cuchulinn" was translated by Eugene O'Curry, "On the Manners and Customs of the Ancient Irish," Vol. i, Introduction, pages 359-366, and the episode "The Fight of Ferdiad and Cuchulaind," was translated by W.K. Sullivan, ibid., Vol. ii, Lectures, Vol. i, Appendix, pages 413-463.

Important studies on the Táin have come from the pen of Heinrich Zimmer: "Über den compilatorischen Charakter der irischen Sagentexte im sogenannten Lebor na hUidre," Kuhn's Zeitschrift für vergleichende Sprachforschung, Bd. xxviii, 1887, pages 417-689, and especially pages 426-554; xxxv "Keltische Beiträge," Zeitschrift für deutsches Alterthum und deutsche Litteratur, Vol. xxxii, 1888, pages 196-334; "Beiträge zur Erklärung irischer Sagentexte," Zeitschrift für Celtische Philologie, Bd. i, pages 74-101, and Bd. iii, pages 285-303. See also, William Ridgeway, "The Date of the first Shaping of the Cuchulainn Saga," Oxford, 1907; H. d'Arbois de Jubainville, "Étude sur le Táin Bó Cúalnge," Revue Celtique, tome xxviii, 1907, pages 17-40; Alfred Nutt, "Cuchulainn, the Irish Achilles," in Popular Studies in Mythology, Romance and Folklore, No. 8, London, 1900. The Celtic Magazine, Vol. xiii, pages 319-326, 351-359, Inverness, 1888, contains an English translation of a degenerated Scottish Gaelic version taken down by A.A. Carmichael, in Benbecula; the Gaelic text was printed in the Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Inverness, Vol. ii. In the same volume of the Celtic Magazine, pages 514-516, is a translation of a version of the Táin, taken down in the island of Eigg. Eleanor Hull's "Cuchulain, the Hound of Ulster," London, 1911, is a retelling of the story for younger readers. The following, bearing more or less closely upon the Táin, are also to be mentioned: Harry G. Tempest, "Dun Dealgan, Cuchulain's Home Fort," Dundalk, 1910; A.M. Skelly, "Cuchulain of Muirtheimhne," Dublin, 1908; Standish O'Grady, "The Coming of Cuculain," London, 1894, "In the Gates of the North," Kilkenny, 1901, "Cuculain, A Prose Epic," London, 1882 and the same author's "History of Ireland: the Heroic Period," London, 1878-80; "The High Deeds of Finn, and other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland," by T.W. Rolleston, London, 1910; Stephen Gwynn, "Celtic Sagas Re-told," in his "To-day and To-morrow in Ireland," pages 38-58, Dublin, 1903; Edward Thomas, "Celtic Stories," Oxford, 1911; "Children of Kings," by W. Lorcan O'Byrne, London, 1904, and "The Boy Hero of Erin," by Charles Squire, London, 1907.

Among the many poems which have taken their theme from the Táin and the deeds of Cuchulain may be mentioned: "The Foray of Queen Meave," by Aubrey de Vere, Poetic Works, London, 1882, vol. ii, pages 255-343; "The Old Age of Queen Maeve," by William Butler Yeats, Collected Works, vol. I, page 41, London, 1908; "The Defenders of the Ford," by Alice Milligan, in her "Hero Lays," page 50, Dublin, 1908; George Sigerson, "Bards of the Gael and the Gall," London, 1897; "The Tain-Quest," by Sir Samuel Ferguson, in his "Lays of the Western Gael and other Poems," Dublin, 1897; "The Red Branch Crests, A Trilogy," by Charles Leonard Moore, London, 1906; "The Laughter of Scathach," by Fiona Macleod, in "The Washer of the Ford and Barbaric Tales"; Hector Maclean, "Ultonian Hero-Ballads collected in the Highlands and Western Isles of Scotland," Glasgow, 1892; ballad versions from Scotland are found in Leabhar na Feinne, pages 1 and fol., in J.G. Campbell's "The Fians," pages 6 and fol., and in the Book of the Dean of Lismore.

Finally, scenes from the Táin have been dramatized by Canon Peter O'Leary, in the Cork "Weekly Examiner," April 14, 1900 and fol., by Sir Samuel Ferguson, "The Naming of Cuchulain: A Dramatic Scene," first played in Belfast, March 9, 1910; in "The Triumph of Maeve," A Romance in dramatic form, 1906; "Cuchulain," etc., (A Cycle of Plays, by S. and J. Varian, Dublin), and in "The Boy-Deeds of Cuchulain," A Pageant in three Acts, performed in Dublin in 1909.

Here beginneth Táin Bó Cúalnge
The Cualnge Cattle-raid

I. THE PILLOW-TALK

W. 1. LL. fo. 53. Once of a time, that Ailill and Medb had spread their royal bed in Cruachan, the stronghold of Connacht, such was the pillow-talk that befell betwixt them:

Quoth Ailill: "True is the saying, lady, 'She is a well-off woman that is a rich man's wife.'" "Aye, that she is," answered the wife; "but wherefore opin'st thou so?" "For this," Ailill replied, "that thou art this day better off than the day that first I took thee." Then answered Medb: "As well-off was I before I ever saw thee." "It was a wealth, forsooth, we never heard nor knew of," Ailill said; "but a woman's wealth was all thou hadst, and foes from lands next thine were used to carry off the spoil and booty that they took from thee." "Not so was I," quoth Medb; "the High King of Erin himself was my sire, Eocho Fedlech ('the Enduring') son of Finn, by name, who was son of Findoman, son of Finden, son of Findguin, son of Rogen Ruad ('the Red'), son of Rigen, son of Blathacht, son of Beothacht, son of Enna Agnech, son of Oengus Turbech. Of daughters, had he six: Derbriu, Ethne and Ele, Clothru, Mugain and Medb, myself, that was the noblest and seemliest of them. 'Twas I was the goodliest of them in bounty 2 W. 17. and gift-giving, ¹in riches and treasures.¹ 'Twas I was best of them in battle and strife and combat. 'Twas I that had fifteen hundred royal mercenaries of the sons of aliens exiled from their own land, and as many more of the sons of freemen of the land. And there were ten men with every one of these hirelings, ²and nine men with every hireling,² and eight men with every hireling, and seven men with every hireling, and six men with every hireling, and five men with every hireling, ³and four men with every hireling,³ and three men with every hireling, and two men with every hireling, and one hireling with every hireling. These were as a standing household-guard," continued Medb; "hence hath my father bestowed one of the five provinces of Erin upon me, even the province of Cruachan; wherefore 'Medb of Cruachan' am I called. Men came from Finn son of Ross Ruad ('the Red'), king of Leinster, to seel me ⁴for a wife, and I refused him;⁴ and from Carbre Niafer ('the Champion') son of Ross Ruad ('the Red'), king of Temair,^a ⁵to woo me, and I refused him;⁵ and they came from Conchobar son of Fachtna Fathach ('the Mighty'), king of Ulster, ⁶and I refused him in like wise.⁶ They came from Eocho Bec ('the Small'), and I went not; for 'tis I that exacted a singular bride-gift, such as no woman before me had ever required of a man of the men of Erin, namely, a husband without avarice, without jealousy, without fear. For should he be mean, the man with whom I should live, we were ill-matched together, inasmuch as I am great ^*LL. fo. 54a. in largess and gift-giving, and it would be a disgrace for my husband if I should be better 3 W. 34. at spending than he, ¹and for it to be said that I was superior in wealth and treasures to him¹, while no disgrace would it be were one as great as the other^a. Were my husband a coward, 'twere as unfit for us to be mated, for I by myself and alone break battles and fights and combats, and 'twould be a reproach for my husband should his wife be more full of life than himself, and no reproach our being equally bold. Should he be jealous, the husband with whom I should live, that too would not suit me, for there never was a time that I had not my paramour^b. Howbeit, such a husband have I found, namely in thee thyself, Ailill son of Ross Ruad ('the Red') of Leinster. Thou wast not churlish; thou wast not jealous; thou wast not a sluggard. It was I plighted thee, and gave purchase-price to thee, which of right belongs to the bride—of clothing, namely, the raiment of twelve men, a chariot worth thrice seven bondmaids, the breadth of thy face of red gold^c, the weight of thy left forearm of silvered bronze. Whoso brings shame and sorrow and madness upon thee, no claim for compensation nor satisfaction hast thou therefor that I myself have not, ²but it is to me the compensation belongs,"² said Medb, "for a man dependent upon a woman's maintenance is what thou art."^d

"Nay, not such was my state," said Ailill; "but two brothers had I; one of them over Temair, the other over Leinster; namely, Finn, over Leinster, and Carbre, over Temair. I left the kingship to them because they were 4 W. 52. older but not superior to me in largess and bounty. Nor heard I of province in Erin under woman's keeping but this province alone. And for this I came and assumed the kingship here as my mother's successor; for Mata of Muresc, daughter of Magach ¹of Connacht,¹ was my mother. And who could there be for me to have as my queen better than thyself, being, as thou wert, daughter of the High King of Erin?" "Yet so it is," pursued Medb, "my fortune is greater than thine." "I marvel at that," Ailill made answer, "for there is none that hath greater treasures and riches and wealth than I: yea, to my knowledge there is not."

II. ¹THE OCCASION OF THE TÁIN¹

W. 62. Then were brought to them the least precious of their possessions, that they might know which of them had the more treasures, riches and wealth. Their pails and their cauldrons and their iron-wrought vessels, their jugs and their keeves and their eared pitchers were fetched to them.

Likewise, their rings and their bracelets and their thumb-rings and their golden treasures were fetched to them, and their apparel, both purple and blue and black and green, yellow, vari-coloured and gray, dun, mottled and brindled.

Their numerous flocks of sheep were led in from fields and meeds and plains. These were counted and compared, and found to be equal, of like size, of like number; however, there was an uncommonly fine ram over Medb's sheep, and he was equal in worth to a bondmaid, but a corresponding ram was over the ewes of Ailill.

Their horses and steeds and studs were brought from pastures and paddocks. There was a noteworthy horse in Medb's herd and he was of the value of a bondmaid; a horse to match was found among Ailill's.

Then were their numerous droves of swine driven from woods and shelving glens and wolds. These were numbered and counted and claimed. There was a noteworthy boar With Medb, and yet another with Ailill.

Next they brought before them their droves of cattle 6 W. 77. and their herds and their roaming flocks from the brakes and wastes of the province.

These were counted and numbered and claimed, and were the same for both, equal in size, equal in number, except only there was an especial bull of the bawn of Ailill, and he was a calf of one of Medb's cows, and Finnbennach ('the Whitehorned') was his name. But he, deeming it no honour to be in a woman's possession, ^*LL. fo. 54b. had left and gone over to the kine of the king. And it was the same to Medb as if she owned not a pennyworth, forasmuch as she had not a bull of his size amongst her cattle.

Then it was that macRoth the messenger was summoned to Medb, and Medb strictly bade macRoth to learn where there might be found a bull of that likeness in any of the provinces of Erin. "Verily," said macRoth, "I know where the bull is that is best and better again, in the province of Ulster, in the hundred of Cualnge, in the house of Darè son of Fiachna; even Donn Cualnge ('the Brown Bull of Cualnge') he is called."

"Go thou to him, macRoth, and ask for me of Darè the loan for a year of the Brown Bull of Cualnge, and at the year's end he shall have the meed of the loan, to wit, fifty heifers and the Donn Cualnge himself. And bear thou a further boon with thee, macRoth. Should the border-folk and those of the country grudge the loan of that rare jewel that is the Brown Bull of Cualnge, let Darè himself come with his bull, and he shall get a measure equalling his own land of the smooth Plain of Ai and a chariot of the worth of thrice seven bondmaids and he shall enjoy my own close friendship."^a

Thereupon the messengers fared forth to the house of Darè son of Fiachna. This was the number wherewith macRoth went, namely, nine couriers. Anon welcome was 7 W. 99. lavished on macRoth in Darè's house—fitting, welcome it was—chief messenger of all was macRoth. Darè asked of macRoth what had brought him upon the journey and why he was come. The messenger announced the cause for which he was come and related the contention between Medb and Ailill.

"And it is to beg the loan of the Brown Bull of Cualnge to match the Whitehorned that I am come," said he; "and thou shalt receive the hire of his loan, even fifty heifers and the Brown of Cualnge himself. And yet more I may add: Come thyself with thy bull and thou shalt have of the land of the smooth soil of Mag Ai as much as thou ownest here, and a chariot of the worth of thrice seven bondmaids and enjoy Medb's friendship to boot."

At these words Darè was well pleased, and he leaped for joy so that the seams of his flock-bed rent in twain beneath him.

"By the truth of our conscience," said he; "however the Ulstermen take it, ¹whether ill or well,¹ this time this jewel shall be delivered to Ailill and to Medb, the Brown of Cualnge to wit, into the land of Connacht." Well pleased was macRoth at the words of the son of Fiachna.

Thereupon they were served, and straw and fresh rushes were spread under them. The choicest of food was brought to them and a feast was served to them and soon they were noisy and drunken. And a discourse took place between two of the messengers. "'Tis true what I say," spoke the one; "good is the man in whose house we are." "Of a truth, he is good." "Nay, is there one among all the men of Ulster better than he?" persisted the first. "In sooth, there is," answered the second messenger. "Better is Conchobar whose man he is, ²Conchobar who holds the kingship of the province.² And though all the Ulstermen 8 W. 120. gathered around him, it were no shame for them. Yet is it passing good of Darè, that what had been a task for the four mighty provinces of Erin to bear away from the land of Ulster, even the Brown Bull of Cualnge, is surrendered so freely to us nine footmen."

Hereupon a third runner had his say: "What is this ye dispute about?" he asked. "Yon runner says, 'A good man is the man in whose house we are.'" "Yea, he is good," saith the other. "Is there among all the Ulstermen any that is better than he?" demanded the first runner further. "Aye, there is," answered the second runner; "better is Conchobar whose man he is; and though all the Ulstermen gathered around him, it were no shame for them. Yet, truly good it is of Darè, that what had been a task for four of the grand provinces of Erin to bear away out of the borders of Ulster is handed over even unto us nine footmen." "I would not grudge to see a retch of blood and gore in the mouth whereout that was said; for, were the bull not given ^*LL. fo. 55a. willingly, yet should he be taken by force!"

At that moment it was that Darè macFiachna's chief steward came into the house and with him a man with drink and another with food, and he heard the foolish words of the runners; and anger came upon him, and he set down their food and drink for them and he neither said to them, "Eat," nor did he say, "Eat not."

Straightway he went into the house where was Darè macFiachna and said: "Was it thou that hast given that notable jewel to the messengers, the Brown Bull of Cualnge?" "Yea, it was I," Darè made answer. "Verily, it was not the part of a king to give him. For it is true what they say: Unless thou hadst bestowed him of thine own free will, so wouldst thou yield him in despite of thee by the host of Ailill and Medb and by the great cunning of Fergus macRoig." "I swear by the gods whom I worship," 9 W. 143. ¹spoke Darè,¹ "they shall in no wise take by foul means what they cannot take by fair!"

There they abide till morning. Betimes on the morrow the runners arise and proceed to the house where is Darè. "Acquaint us, lord, how we may reach the place where the Brown Bull of Cualnge is kept." "Nay then," saith Darè; "but were it my wont to deal foully with messengers or with travelling folk or with them that go by the road, not one of you would depart alive!" "How sayest thou?" quoth macRoth. "Great cause there is," replied Darè; "ye said, unless I yielded in good sort, I should yield to the might of Ailill's host and Medb's and the great cunning of Fergus."

"Even so," said macRoth, "whatever the runners drunken with thine ale and thy viands have said, 'tis not for thee to heed nor mind, nor yet to be charged on Ailill and on Medb." "For all that, macRoth, this time I will not give my bull, if ever I can help it!"

Back then the messengers go till they arrive at Cruachan, the stronghold of Connacht. Medb asks their tidings, and macRoth makes known the same: that they had not brought his bull from Darè. "And the reason?" demanded Medb. MacRoth recounts to her how the dispute arose. "There is no need to polish knots over such affairs as that, macRoth; for it was known," said Medb, "if the Brown Bull of Cualnge would not be given with their will, he would be taken in their despite, and taken he shall be!"

III. ¹THE RISING-OUT OF THE MEN OF CONNACHT AT CRUACHAN AI¹

W. 161. ²A mighty host was now assembled by the men of Connacht, that is, by Ailill and Medb, and they sent word to the three other provinces, and² messengers were despatched from Medb to the Manè that they should gather in Cruachan, the seven Manè with their seven divisions; to wit: Manè "Motherlike," Manè "Fatherlike," and Manè "All-comprehending", ³'twas he that possessed the form of his mother and of his father and the dignity of them both;³ Manè "Mildly-submissive," and Manè "Greatly-submissive," Manè "Boastful" ⁴and Manè "the Dumb."⁴

Other messengers were despatched ⁵by Ailill⁵ to the sons of Maga; to wit: to Cet ('the First') son of Maga, Anluan ('the Brilliant Light') son of Maga, and Maccorb ('Chariot-child') son of Maga, and Bascell ('the Lunatic') son of Maga, and En ('the Bird') son of Maga, Dochè son of Maga; and Scandal ('Insult') son of Maga.

These came, and this was their muster, thirty hundred armed men. Other messengers were despatched from them to Cormac Conlongas ('the Exile') son of Conchobar and to Fergus macRoig, and they also came, thirty hundred their number.

W. 173. ¹Now Cormac had three companies which came to Cruachan.¹ Before all, the first company. A covering of close-shorn ²black² hair upon them. Green mantles and ³many-coloured cloaks³ wound about them; therein, silvern brooches. Tunics of thread of gold next to their skin, ⁴reaching down to their knees,⁴ with interweaving of red gold. Bright-handled swords they bore, with guards of silver. ⁵Long shields they bore, and there was a broad, grey spearhead on a slender shaft in the hand of each man.⁵ "Is that Cormac, yonder?" all and every one asked. "Not he, indeed," Medb made answer.

The second troop. Newly shorn hair they wore ⁶and manes on the back of their heads,⁶ ⁷fair, comely indeed.⁷ Dark-blue cloaks they all had about them. Next to their skin, gleaming-white tunics, ^*LL. fo. 55b. ⁸with red ornamentation, reaching down to their calves.⁸ Swords they had with round hilts of gold and silvern fist-guards, ⁹and shining shields upon them and five-pronged spears in their hands.⁹ "Is yonder man Cormac?" all the people asked. "Nay, verily, that is not he," Medb made answer.

¹⁰Then came¹⁰ the last troop. Hair cut broad they wore; fair-yellow, deep-golden, loose-flowing back hair ¹¹down to their shoulders¹¹ upon them. Purple cloaks, fairly bedizened, about them; golden, embellished brooches over their breasts; ¹²and they had curved shields with sharp, chiselled edges around them and spears as long as the pillars of a king's house in the hand of each man.¹² Fine, long, silken tunics ¹³with hoods¹³ they wore to the very instep. Together they raised their feet, and together they set them down again. "Is that Cormac, yonder?" asked all. "Aye, it is he, ¹⁴this time,¹⁴" Medb made answer.

W. 186. ¹Thus the four provinces of Erin gathered in Cruachan Ai.¹ They pitched their camp and quarters that night, so that a thick cloud of smoke and fire rose between the four fords of Ai, which are, Ath Moga, Ath Bercna, Ath Slissen and Ath Coltna. And they tarried for the full space of a fortnight in Cruachan, the hostel of Connacht, in wassail and drink and every disport, to the end that their march and muster might be easier. ²And their poets and druids would not let them depart from thence till the end of a fortnight while awaiting good omen.² And then it was that Medb bade her charioteer to harness her horses for her, that she might go to address herself to her druid, to seek for light and for augury from him.

IV. THE FORETELLING^a

W. 194. When Medb was come to the place where her druid was, she craved light and augury of him. "Many there be," saith Medb, "who do part with their kinsmen and friends here to-day, and from their homes and their lands, from father and from mother; and unless unscathed every one shall return, upon me will they cast their sighs and their ban, ¹for it is I that have assembled this levy.¹ Yet there goeth not forth nor stayeth there at home any dearer to me than are we to ourselves. And do thou discover for us whether we ourselves shall return, or whether we shall never return."

And the druid made answer, "Whoever comes not, thou thyself shalt come." ²"Wait, then," spake the charioteer," let me wheel the chariot by the right,^b that thus the power of a good omen may arise that we return again."² Then the charioteer wheeled his chariot round and Medb went back ³again,³ when she espied a thing that surprised her: A lone virgin ⁴of marriageable age⁴ standing on the hindpole of a chariot a little way off drawing nigh her. And thus the maiden appeared: Weaving lace was she, and in her right hand was a bordering rod of silvered 14 W. 204. bronze with its seven strips of red gold at the sides. A many-spotted green mantle around her; a bulging, strong-headed pin ¹of gold¹ in the mantle over her bosom; ²a hooded tunic, with red interweaving, about her.² A ruddy, fair-faced countenance she had, ³narrow below and broad above.³ She had a blue-grey and laughing eye; ⁴each eye had three pupils.⁴ ⁵Dark and black were her eyebrows; the soft, black lashes threw a shadow to the middle of her cheeks.⁵ Red and thin were her lips. Shiny and pearly were her teeth; thou wouldst believe they were showers of white pearls that had rained into her head. Like to fresh Parthian crimson were her lips. As sweet as the strings of lutes ⁶when long sustained they are played by master players' hands⁶ was the melodious sound of her voice and her fair speech.

As white as snow in one night fallen was the sheen of her skin and her body that shone outside of her dress. Slender and very white were her feet; rosy, even, sharp-round nails she had; ⁷two sandals with golden buckles about them.⁷ Fair-yellow, long, golden hair she wore; three braids of hair ⁸she wore; two tresses were wound⁸ around her head; the other tress ⁹from behind⁹ threw a shadow down on her calves. ¹⁰The maiden carried arms, and two black horses were under her chariot.¹⁰

Medb gazed at her. "And what doest thou here now, O maiden?" asked Medb. "I impart ^*LL. fo. 56a. to thee thine advantage and good fortune in thy gathering and muster of the four mighty provinces of Erin against the land of Ulster on the Raid for the Kine of Cualnge." "Wherefore doest thou this for me?" asked Medb. "Much cause have I. A bondmaid 'mid thy people am I." "Who of 15 W. 220. my people art thou ¹and what is thy name¹?" asked Medb. "Not hard, in sooth, to say. The prophetess Fedelm, from the Sid ('the Fairy Mound') of Cruachan, ²a poetess of Connacht² am I." ³"Whence comest thou?" asked Medb. "From Alba, after learning prophetic skill," the maiden made answer. "Hast thou the form of divination?"^b "Verily, have I," the maiden said.³ ⁴"Look, then, for me, how will my undertaking be." The maiden looked. Then spake Medb:—⁴

⁶"That is no true augury,"⁶ said Medb. "Verily, Conchobar ⁷with the Ulstermen⁷ is in his 'Pains' in Emain; thither fared my messengers ⁸and brought me true tidings⁸; naught is there that we need dread from Ulster's men. But speak truth, O Fedelm:—

⁹"That is no true augury.⁹ Cuscraid Mend ('the Stammerer') of Macha, Conchobar's son, is in Inis Cuscraid ('Cuscraid's Isle') in his 'Pains.' Thither fared my messengers; naught need we fear from Ulster's men. But speak truth, O Fedelm:—

"Eogan, Durthacht's son, is in Rath Airthir ('the Eastern Rath') in his 'Pains.' Thither went my messengers. Naught need we dread from Ulster's men. But speak truth, O Fedelm:—

"Celtchar, Uthechar's son, is in his fort ¹at Lethglas¹ in his 'Pains,' ²and a third of the Ulstermen with him.² Thither fared my messengers. Naught have we to fear from Ulster's men. ³And Fergus son of Roig son of Eochaid is with us here in exile, and thirty hundred with him.³ But speak truth, O Fedelm:—

"Meseemeth this not as it seemeth to thee," quoth Medb, "for when Erin's men shall assemble in one place, there quarrels will arise and broils, contentions and disputes amongst them about the ordering of themselves in the van or rear, at ford or river, over who shall be first at killing a boar or a stag or a deer or a hare. But, ⁴look now again for us and⁴ speak truth, O Fedelm:—

Therewith she began to prophesy and to foretell the coming of Cuchulain to the men of Erin, and she chanted a lay:—

"^aFair, of deeds, the man I see;

Wounded sore is his fair skin;

On his brow shines hero's light;

Victory's seat is in his face!

"Seven gems of champions brave

Deck the centre of his orbs;

Naked are the spears he bears,

And he hooks a red cloak round!

"Noblest face is his, I see;

He respects all womankind.

Young the lad and fresh his hue,

With a dragon's form in fight!

"I know not who is the Hound,

Culann's hight,^b ¹of fairest fame¹;

But I know full well this host

Will be smitten red by him!

"Four small swords—a brilliant feat—

He supports in either hand;

These he'll ply upon the host,

Each to do its special deed!

"His Gae Bulga,^c too, he wields,

With his sword and javelin.

Lo, the man in red cloak girt

Sets his foot on every hill!

"Two spears ²from the chariot's left²

He casts forth in orgy wild.

And his form I saw till now

Well I know will change its guise!

"On to battle now he comes;

If ye watch not, ye are doomed.

This is he seeks ye in fight

Brave Cuchulain, Sualtaim's son!

"All your host he'll smite in twain,

Till he works your utter ruin.

All your heads ye'll leave with him.

Fedelm, prophet-maid, hides not!

Thus far the Augury and the Prophecy and the Preface of the Tale, and the Occasion of its invention and conception, and the Pillow-talk which Ailill and Medb had in Cruachan. ¹Next follows the Body of the Tale itself.¹

V. THIS IS THE ROUTE OF THE TÁIN

W. 301. and the Beginning of the Expedition and the Names of the Roads which the hosts of the four of the five grand provinces of Erin took into the land of Ulster. ¹On Monday after Summer's end¹ ²they set forth and proceeded:²

³South-east from Cruachan Ai,³ by Mag Cruimm, over Tuaim Mona ('the Hill of Turf'), by Turloch Teora Crich ('the Creek of three Lands'), by Cul ('the Nook') of Silinne, by Dubloch ('Black Lough'), ⁴by Fid Dubh ('Black Woods'),⁴ by Badbgna, by Coltain, by the Shannon, by Glune Gabur, by Mag Trega, by Tethba in the north, by Tethba in the south, by Cul ('the Nook'), by Ochain, northwards by Uatu, eastwards by Tiarthechta, by Ord ('the Hammer'), by Slaiss ('the Strokes'), ⁵southwards,⁵ by Indeoin ('the Anvil'), by Carn, by Meath, by Ortrach, by Findglassa Assail, ('White Stream of Assail'), by Drong, by Delt, by Duelt, by Delinn, by Selaig, by Slabra, by Slechta, where swords hewed out roads before Medb and Ailill, by Cul ('the Nook') of Siblinne, by Dub ('the Blackwater'), by Ochonn ⁶southwards,⁶ by Catha, by Cromma ⁷southwards,⁷ by Tromma, ⁸eastwards⁸ by Fodromma, by Slane, by Gort Slane, ⁹to the south of⁹ Druim Liccè, by Ath Gabla, by Ardachad ('Highfield'), 20 W. 356. ¹northwards¹ by Feorainn, by Finnabair ('White Plain'), by Assa ²southwards,² by Airne, by Aurthuile, by Druim Salfind ('Salfind Ridge'), by Druim Cain, by Druim Caimthechta, by Druim macDega, by the little Eo Dond ('Brown Tree'), by the great Eo Dond, by Meide in Togmaill ('Ferret's Neck'), by Meide in Eoin, ('Bird's Neck'), by Baille ('the Town'), by Aile, by Dall Scena, by Ball Scena, by Ross Mor ('Great Point'), by Scuap ('the Broom'), by Imscuap, by Cenn Ferna, by Anmag, by Fid Mor ('Great Wood') in Crannach of Cualnge, ³by Colbtha, by Crond in Cualnge,³ by Druim Cain on the road to Midluachar, ⁴from Finnabair of Cualnge. It is at that point that the hosts of Erin divided over the province in pursuit of the bull. For it was by way of those places they went until they reached Finnabair. Here endeth the Title. The Story begineth in order.⁴

VI. THE MARCH OF THE HOST

W. 389. On the first stage the hosts went ¹from Cruachan,¹ they slept the night at Cul Silinne, ²where to-day is Cargin's Lough.² And ³in that place³ was fixed the tent of Ailill son of Ross, ⁴and the trappings were arranged, both bedding and bed-clothes.⁴ The tent of Fergus macRoig was on his right hand; Cormac Conlongas, Conchobar's son, was beside him; Ith macEtgaith next to that; Fiachu macFiraba, ⁵the son of Conchobar's daughter,⁵ at its side; ⁶Conall Cernach at its side,⁶ Gobnenn macLurnig at the side of that. The place of Ailill's tent was on the right on the march, and thirty hundred men of Ulster beside him. And the thirty hundred men of Ulster on his right hand had he to the end that the whispered talk and conversation and the choice supplies of food and of drink might be the nearer to them.

Medb of Cruachan, ⁷daughter of Eocho Fedlech,⁷ moreover, was at Ailill's left. Finnabair ('Fairbrow'), ⁸daughter of Ailill and Medb,⁸ at her side, ⁹besides servants and henchmen.⁹ Next, Flidais Foltchain ('of the Lovely Hair'), wife first of Ailill Finn ('the Fair'). She took part in the Cow-spoil of Cualnge after she had slept with Fergus; and she it was that every seventh night brought sustenance 22 W. 404. in milk to the men of Erin on the march, for king and queen and prince and poet and pupil.

Medb remained in the rear of the host that day in quest of tidings and augury ^*LL. fo. 57a. and knowledge. ¹She called to her charioteer to get ready her nine chariots for her,¹ ²to make a circuit of the camp² that she might learn who was loath and who eager to take part in the hosting. ³With nine chariots^a she was wont to travel, that the dust of the great host might not soil her.³ Medb suffered not her chariot to be let down nor her horses unyoked until she had made a circuit of the camp.

Then, ⁴when she had reviewed the host,⁴ were Medb's horses unyoked and her chariots let down, and she took her place beside Ailill macMata. And Ailill asked tidings of Medb: who was eager and who was loath for the warfare. "Futile for all is the emprise but for one troop only, ⁵namely the division of the Galian ('of Leinster'),"⁵ quoth Medb. ⁶"Why blamest thou these men?" queried Ailill. "It is not that we blame them," Medb made answer.⁶ "What good service then have these done that they are praised above all?" asked Ailill. "There is reason to praise them," said Medb. ⁷"Splendid are the warriors.⁷ When the others begin making their pens and pitching their camp, these have finished building their bothies and huts. When the rest are building their bothies and huts, these have finished preparing their food and drink. When the rest are preparing their food and drink, these have finished eating and feasting, ⁸and their harps are playing for them.⁸ When all the others have finished eating and feasting, these are by that 23 W. 422. time asleep. And even as their servants and thralls are distinguished above the servants and thralls of the men of Erin, so shall their heroes and champions be distinguished beyond the heroes and champions of the men of Erin this time on this hosting. ¹It is folly then for these to go, since it is those others will enjoy the victory of the host.¹" "So much the better, I trow," replied Ailill; "for it is with us they go and it is for us they fight." "They shall not go with us nor shall they fight for us." ²cried Medb.² "Let them stay at home then," said Ailill. "Stay they shall not," answered Medb. "³They will fall on us in the rear and will seize our land against us.³" "What shall they do then," Finnabair^a asked, "if they go not out nor yet remain at home?" "Death and destruction and slaughter is what I desire for them," answered Medb. "For shame then on thy speech," spake Ailill; "⁴'tis a woman's advice,⁴ for that they pitch their tents and make their pens so promptly and unwearily." "By the truth of my conscience," cried Fergus, ⁵"not thus shall it happen, for they are allies of us men of Ulster.⁵ No one shall do them to death but he that does death to myself ⁶along with them!"⁶

"Not to me oughtest thou thus to speak, O Fergus," then cried Medb, "for I have hosts enough to slay and slaughter thee with the division of Leinstermen round thee. For there are the seven Manè, ⁷that is, my seven sons⁷ with their seven divisions, and the sons of Maga with their ⁸seven⁸ divisions, and Ailill with his division, and I myself with my own body-guard besides. We are strong enough here to kill and slaughter thee with thy cantred of the Leinstermen round thee!"

"It befits thee not thus to speak to me," said Fergus, 24 W. 439. "for I have with me here ¹in alliance with us Ulstermen,¹ the seven Under-kings of Munster, with their seven cantreds. ²Here we have what is best of the youths of Ulster, even the division of the Black Banishment.² Here we have what is best of the noble youths of Ulster, even the division of the Galian ('of Leinster'). Furthermore, I myself am bond and surety and guarantee for them, since ever they left their own native land. ³I will give thee battle in the midst of the camp,³ and to me will they hold steadfast on the day of battle. More than all that," added Fergus, "these men shall be no subject of dispute. By that I mean I will never forsake them. ⁴For the rest, we will care for these warriors, to the end that they get not the upper hand of the host.

"The number of our force is seventeen cantreds, besides our rabble and our women-folk—for with each king was his queen in Medb's company—and our striplings; the eighteenth division is namely the cantred of the Galian.⁴ This division of Leinstermen I will distribute among ⁵all the host of⁵ the men of Erin in such wise that no five men of them shall be in any one place." "That pleaseth me well," said Medb: "let them be as they may, if only they be not in the battle-order of the ranks where they now are in such great force."

Forthwith Fergus distributed the cantred ⁶of the Galian⁶ among the men of Erin in such wise that there were not five men of them in any one place.

^*LL. fo. 57b. Thereupon, the troops set out on their way and march. It was no easy thing ⁷for their kings and their leaders⁷ to attend to that mighty host. They took part in the expedition 25 W. 453. according to the several tribes and according to the several stems and the several districts wherewith they had come, to the end that they might see one other and know one other, that each man might be with his comrades and with his friends and with his kinsfolk on the march. They declared that in such wise they should go. They also took counsel in what manner they should proceed on their hosting. Thus they declared they should proceed: Each host with its king, each troop with its lord, and each band with its captain; each king and each prince of the men of Erin ¹by a separate route¹ on his halting height apart. They took counsel who was most proper to seek tidings in advance of the host between the two provinces. And they said it was Fergus, inasmuch as the expedition was an obligatory one with him, for it was he that had been seven years in the kingship of Ulster. And ²after Conchobar had usurped the kingship and² after the murder of the sons of Usnech who were under his protection and surety, Fergus left the Ultonians, and for seventeen years he was away from Ulster in exile and in enmity. For that reason it was fitting that he above all should go after tidings.

So ³the lead of the way was entrusted to Fergus.³ Fergus before all fared forth to seek tidings, and a feeling of ⁴love and⁴ affection for his kindred of the men of Ulster came over him, and he led the troops astray in a great circuit to the north and the south. And he despatched messengers with warnings to the Ulstermen, ⁵who were at that time in their 'Pains' except Cuchulain and his father Sualtaim.⁵ And he began to detain and delay the host ⁶until such time as the men of Ulster should have gathered together an army.⁶ ⁷Because of affection he did so.⁷

W. 472. Medb perceived this and she upbraided him for it, and chanted the lay:—

"I will be in the van of the troops no longer," cried Fergus; "but do thou find another to go before them." For all that, Fergus kept his place in the van of the troops.

The four mighty provinces of Erin passed that night on Cul Silinne. The sharp, keen-edged anxiety for Cuchulain came upon Fergus and he warned the men of Erin to be on their guard, because there would come upon them the rapacious lion, and the doom of foes, the vanquisher of multitudes, and the chief of retainers, the mangler of great hosts, the hand that dispenseth ³treasures,³ and the flaming 27 W. 502. torch, even Cuchulain son of Sualtaim.^a And thus he foreshowed him and chanted a lay, and Medb responded:—

W. 540. After this lay the men of the four grand provinces of Erin marched ¹on the morrow¹ over Moin Coltna ('the Marsh of Coltain') eastwards that day; and there met them eight score deer ²in a single herd.² The troops spread out and surrounded and killed them so that none of them escaped.

But there is one event to add: Although the division of the Galian had been dispersed ³among the men of Erin,³ ⁴wherever there was a man of the Galian, it was he that got them, except⁴ five deer only which was the men of Erin's share thereof, so that one division took all the eight score deer.

⁵Then they proceed to Mag Trega and they unyoke there and prepare their food. It is said that it is there that Dubthach recited this stave:—

"Grant ye have not heard till now,

Giving ear to Dubthach's fray:

Dire-black war upon ye waits,

'Gainst the Whitehorned of Queen Medb!^a

"There will come the chief of hosts,^b

War for Murthemne to wage.

Ravens shall drink garden's milk,^c

This the fruit of swineherds' strife (?)^d

"Turfy Cron will hold them back,

Keep them back from Murthemne,⁵

⁹Till the warriors' work is done

On Ochainè's northern mount!

"'Quick,' to Cormac, Ailill cries;

'Go and seek ye out your son,

Loose no cattle from the fields,

Lest the din of the host reach them!'

"Battle they'll have here eftsoon,

Medb and one third of the host.

Corpses will be scattered wide

If the Wildman^a come to you!"

Then Nemain, ¹the Badb to wit,¹ attacked them, and that was not the quietest of nights they had, with the noise of the churl, namely Dubthach, in their^b sleep. Such fears he scattered amongst the host straightway, and he hurled a great stone at the throng till Medb came to check him. They continued their march then till they slept a night in Granard Tethba in the north,⁹ ²after the host had made a circuitous way across sloughs and streams.²

W. 547. It was on that same day, ³after the coming of the warning from Fergus³ ⁴to the Ulstermen,⁴ that Cuchulain son of Sualtaim, ⁵and Sualtaim⁵ Sidech ('of the Fairy Mound'), his father, ⁶when they had received the warning from Fergus,⁶ came so near ⁷on their watch for the host⁷ that their horses grazed in pasture round the pillar-stone on Ard Cuillenn ('the Height of Cuillenn'). Sualtaim's horses cropped the grass north of the pillar-stone close to the ground; Cuchulain's cropped the grass south of the pillar-stone even to the ground and the bare stones. "Well, O master Sualtaim," said Cuchulain; "the thought of the host is fixed sharp upon me ⁸to-night,⁸ so do thou depart for us with warnings to the men of Ulster, that they remain not in the smooth plains but that they betake themselves to the woods and wastes and steep glens of the province, if so they may keep out of the way of the men of Erin." "And thou, lad, what wilt thou do?" "I must go southwards to Temair to keep tryst with the 30 W. 556. maid^a of Fedlimid Nocruthach ('of the Nine Forms') ¹Conchobar's daughter,¹ according to my own agreement, till morning." "Alas, that one should go ²on such a journey,"² said Sualtaim, "and leave the Ulstermen under the feet of their foes and their enemies for the sake of a tryst with a woman!" "For all that, I needs must go. For, an I go not, the troth of men will be held for false and the promises of women held for true."

Sualtaim departed with warnings to the men of Ulster. Cuchulain strode into the wood, and there, with a single blow, he lopped the prime sapling of an oak, root and top, and with only one foot and one hand and one eye he exerted himself; and he made a twig-ring thereof and set an ogam^b script on the plug of the ring, and set the ring round the narrow part of the pillar-stone on Ard ('the Height') of Cuillenn. He forced the ring till it reached the thick of the pillar-stone. Thereafter Cuchulain went his way to his tryst with the woman.

Touching the men of Erin, the account follows here: They came up to the pillar-stone at Ard Cuillenn, ³which is called Crossa Coil to-day,³ and they began looking out upon the province that was unknown to them, the province of Ulster. And two of Medb's people went always before them in the van of the host, at every camp and on every march, at every ford and every river ^*LL. fo. 58b. and every gap. They were wont to do so ⁴that they might save the brooches and cushions and cloaks of the host, so that the dust of the multitude might not soil them⁴ and that no stain might come on the princes' raiment in the crowd or the crush of the hosts or the throng;—these were the two sons of Nera, who was the son of Nuathar, 31 W. 575. son of Tacan, two sons of the house-stewards of Cruachan, Err and Innell, to wit. Fraech and Fochnam were the names of their charioteers.

The nobles of Erin arrived at the pillar-stone and they there beheld the signs of the browsing of the horses, cropping around the pillar, and they looked close at the rude hoop which the royal hero had left behind about the pillar-stone. ¹Then sat they down to wait till the army should come, the while their musicians played to them.¹ And Ailill took the withy in his hand and placed it in Fergus' hand, and Fergus read the ogam script graven on the plug of the withy, and made known to the men of Erin what was the meaning of the ogam writing that was on it. ²When Medb came, she asked, "Why wait ye here?" "Because of yonder withy we wait," Fergus made answer; "there is an ogam writing on its binding and this is what it saith: 'Let no one go past here till a man be found to throw a withy like unto this, using only one hand and made of a single branch, and I except my master Fergus.' Truly," Fergus added, "it was Cuchulain threw it, and it was his steeds that grazed this plain." And he placed the hoop in the hands of the druids,² and it is thus he began to recite and he pronounced a lay:—

After that lay: "I pledge you my word," said Fergus, "if so ye set at naught yon withy and the royal hero that made it, ³and if ye go beyond³ without passing a night's camp and quarterage here, or until a man of you make a withy of like kind, using but one foot and one eye and one hand, even as he made it, ⁴certain it is, whether ye be⁴ under the ground or in a tight-shut house, ⁵the man that wrote the ogam hereon⁵ will bring slaughter and bloodshed upon ye before the hour of rising on the morrow, if ye make light of him!" "That, surely, would not be pleasing to us," quoth Medb, "that any one should ⁶straightway⁶ spill our blood or besmirch us red, now that we are come to this unknown province, even to the province of Ulster. More pleasing would it be to us, to spill another's blood and redden him." "Far be it from us to set this 33 W. 618. withy at naught," said Ailill, "nor shall we make little of the royal hero that wrought it, rather will we resort to the shelter of this great wood, ¹that is, Fidduin, ('the Wood of the Dûn')¹ southwards till morning. There will we pitch our camp and quarters."

Thereupon the hosts advanced, and as they went they felled the wood with their swords before their chariots, so that Slechta ('the Hewn Road') is still the by-name of that place where is Partraige Beca ('the Lesser Partry') south-west of Cenannas na Rig ('Kells of the Kings') near Cul Sibrille.

²According to other books, it is told as follows: After they had come to ³Fidduin³ they saw a chariot and therein a beautiful maiden. It is there that the conversation between Medb and Fedelm the seeress took place that we spoke of before, and it is after the answer she made to Medb that the wood was cut down: "Look for me," said Medb, "how my journey will be." "It is hard for me," the maiden made answer, "for no glance of eye can I cast upon them in the wood." "Then it is plough-land this shall be," quoth Medb; "we will cut down the wood." Now, this was done, so that this is the name of the place, Slechta, to wit.²

⁴They slept in Cul Sibrille, which is Cenannas.⁴ A heavy snow fell on them that night, and so great it was that it reached to the shoulders^a of the men and to the flanks of the horses and to the poles^b of the chariots, so that all the provinces of Erin were one level plane from the snow. But no huts nor bothies nor tents did they set up that night, nor did they ^*LL. fo. 59. prepare food nor drink, nor made they a meal nor repast. None of the men of Erin 34 W. 630. wot whether friend or foe was next him until the bright hour of sunrise on the morrow.

Certain it is that the men of Erin experienced not a night of encampment or of station that held more discomfort or hardship for them than that night ¹with the snow¹ at Cul Sibrille. The four grand provinces of Erin moved out early on the morrow ²with the rising of the bright-shining sun glistening on the snow² and marched on from that part into another.

Now, as regards Cuchulain: It was far from being early when he arose ³from his tryst.³ And then he ate a meal and took a repast, and ⁴he remained until he had⁴ washed himself and bathed on that day.

He called to his charioteer to lead out the horses and yoke the chariot. The charioteer led out the horses and yoked the chariot, and Cuchulain mounted his chariot. And they came on the track of the army. They found the trail of the men of Erin leading past them from that part into another. "Alas, O master Laeg," cried Cuchulain, "by no good luck went we to our tryst with the woman last night. ⁵Would that we had not gone thither nor betrayed the Ultonians.⁵ This is the least that might be looked for from him that keeps guard on the marches, a cry, or a shout, or an alarm, or to call, 'Who goes the road?' This it fell not unto us to say. The men of Erin have gone past us, ⁶without warning, without complaint,⁶ into the land of Ulster." "I foretold thee that, O Cuchulain," said Laeg. "Even though thou wentest to thy woman-tryst ⁷last night,⁷ such a disgrace would come upon thee." "Good now, O Laeg, go thou for us on the trail of the host and make an estimate of them, and discover 35 W. 649. for us in what number the men of Erin went by us."

Laeg came on the track of the host, and he went to the front of the trail and he came on its sides and he went to the back of it. "Thou art confused in thy counting, O Laeg, my master," quoth Cuchulain. "Confused I must be," Laeg replied. ¹"It is not confusedly that I should see, if I should go," said Cuchulain.¹ "Come into the chariot then, and I will make a reckoning of them." The charioteer mounted the chariot and Cuchulain went on the trail of the hosts and ²after a long while² he made a reckoning of them. ³"Even thou, it is not easy for thee.³ Thou art perplexed in thy counting, my little Cuchulain," quoth Laeg. "Not perplexed," answered Cuchulain; ⁴"it is easier for me than for thee.⁴ ⁵For I have three magical virtues: Gift of sight, gift of understanding, and gift of reckoning.⁵ For I know the number wherewith the hosts went past us, namely, eighteen cantreds. Nay more: the eighteenth cantred has been distributed among ⁶the entire host of⁶ the men of Erin, ⁷so that their number is not clear, namely, that of the cantred of Leinstermen."⁷ ⁸This here is the third cunningest ⁹and most difficult⁹ reckoning that ever was made in Erin. These were: The reckoning by Cuchulain of the men of Erin on the Táin, the reckoning by Lug Lamfota ('Long-hand') of the host of the Fomorians ¹⁰in the Battle of Moytura,¹⁰ and the reckoning by Incel of the host in the Hostel of Da Derga.⁸

Now, many and divers were the magic virtues that were in Cuchulain ¹¹that were in no one else in his day.¹¹ Excellence of form, excellence of shape, excellence of build, excellence 36 W. 661. in swimming, excellence in horsemanship, excellence in chess and in draughts, excellence in battle, excellence in contest, excellence in single combat, excellence in reckoning, excellence in speech, excellence in counsel, excellence in bearing, excellence in laying waste and in plundering from the neighbouring border.

"Good, my friend Laeg. Brace the horses for us to the chariot; lay on the goad for us on the horses; drive on the chariot for us and give thy left^a board to the hosts, to see can we overtake the van or the rear or the midst of the hosts, for I will cease to live unless there fall by my hand this night a friend or foe of the men of Erin."

Then it was that the charioteer gave the prick to the steeds. He turned his left board to the hosts till he arrived at Turloch^b Caille More ('the Creek of the Great Wood') northwards of Cnogba na Rig ('Knowth of the Kings') which is called Ath Gabla ('the Ford of the Fork'). ¹Thereupon Cuchulain went round the host till he came to Ath Grenca.¹ He went into the wood at that place and sprang out of his chariot, and he lopped off a four-pronged fork, root and top, with a single stroke ²of his sword.² He pointed and charred it and put a writing in ogam on its side, and he gave it a long throw from the hinder part of his chariot with the tip of a single hand, in such wise that two-thirds of it sank into the ground and only one-third was above it ³in the mid part of the stream, so that no chariot could go thereby on this side or that.³

Then it was that the same two striplings surprised him, namely, the two sons of Nera son of Nuathar son of Tacan, while engaged in that feat. And they vied which of the twain ⁴would be the first to fight and contend with Cuchuain, which of them⁴ would inflict the first wound upon 37 W. 680. him and be the first to behead him. Cuchulain turned on them, and straightway he struck off their four heads ¹from themselves ²Eirr and Indell² and ³from Foich and Fochlam,³ their drivers,¹ and he fixed a head of each man of them on each of the prongs of the pole. And Cuchulain let the horses of the party go back in the direction of the men of Erin, to return by the same road, their reins loose ⁴around their ears⁴ and their bellies red and the bodies of the warriors dripping their blood down outside on the ribs of the chariots. ⁵Thus he did,⁵ for he deemed it no honour nor deemed he it fair to take horses or garments or arms from corpses or from the dead. And then the troops saw the horses of the party that had gone out in advance before them, and the headless bodies of the warriors oozing their blood down on the ribs of the chariots (⁶and their crimsoned trappings upon them⁶). The van of the army waited for the rear to come up, and all were thrown into confusion of striking, that is as much as to say, into a tumult of arms.

Medb and Fergus and the Manè and the sons of Maga drew near. For in this wise was Medb wont to travel, and nine chariots with her alone; two of these chariots before her, and two chariots behind, and two chariots at either side, and her own chariot in the middle between them. This is why Medb did so, that the turves from the horses' hoofs, or the flakes of foam from the bridle-bits, or the dust of the mighty host or of the numerous throng might not reach the queen's diadem of gold ⁷which she wore round her head.⁷ "What have we here?" queried Medb. "Not hard to say," each and all made answer; ^*LL. fo. 60. "the horses of the band that went out before us are here and their bodies lacking their heads in their chariots." They held 38 W. 702. a council and they felt certain it was the sign of a multitude and of the approach of a mighty host, and that it was the Ulstermen that had come ¹and that it was a battle that had taken place before them on the ford.¹ And this was the counsel they took: to despatch Cormac Conlongas, Conchobar's son, from them to learn what was at the ford; because, even though the Ulstermen might be there, they would not kill the son of their own king. Thereupon Cormac Conlongas, Conchobar's son, set forth and this was the complement with which he went, ten hundred in addition to twenty hundred armed men, to ascertain what was at the ford. And when he was come, he saw naught save the fork in the middle of the ford, with four heads upon it dripping their blood down along the stem of the fork into the stream of the river, ²and a writing in ogam on the side,² and the signs of the two horses and the track of a single chariot-driver and the marks of a single warrior leading out of the ford going therefrom to the eastward. ³By that time,³ the nobles of Erin had drawn nigh to the ford and they all began to look closely at the fork. They marvelled and wondered who had set up the trophy. ⁴"Are yonder heads those of our people?" Medb asked. "They are our people's, and our chosen ones'," answered Ailill. One of their men deciphered the ogam-writing that was on the side of the fork, to wit: 'A single man cast this fork with but a single hand; and go ye not past it till one man of you throw it with one hand, excepting Fergus.'⁴ "What name have ye men of Ulster for this ford till now, Fergus?" asked Ailill. "Ath Grenca,"^a answered Fergus; "and Ath Gabla ('Ford of the Fork') shall now be its name forever from this fork," said Fergus. And he recited the lay:—

After the lay, spake Ailill: "I marvel and wonder, O Fergus, who could have sharpened the fork and slain with such speed the four that had gone out before us." "Fitter it were to marvel and wonder at him who with a single stroke lopped the fork which thou seest, root and top, pointed and charred it and flung it the length of a throw from the hinder part of his chariot, from the tip of a single hand, so that it sank over two-thirds into the ground and that naught save one-third is above; nor was a hole first dug with his sword, but through a grey stone's flag it was thrust, and thus it is geis for the men of Erin to proceed to the bed of this ford till one of ye pull out the fork with the tip of one hand, even as he erewhile drove it down."

"Thou art of our hosts, O Fergus," said Medb; 40 W. 753. ¹avert this necessity from us,¹ and do thou draw the fork for us from the bed of the ford." "Let a chariot be brought me," cried Fergus, ²"till I draw it out, that it may be seen that its butt is of one hewing."² And a chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus laid hold ³with a truly mighty grip³ on the fork, and he made splinters and ^*LL. fo. 61a. scraps of the chariot. "Let another chariot be brought me," cried Fergus. ⁴Another⁴ chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus made a tug at the fork and again made fragments and splinters of the chariot, ⁵both its box and its yoke and its wheels.⁵ "Again let a chariot be brought me," cried Fergus. And Fergus exerted his strength on the fork, and made pieces and bits of the chariot. There where the seventeen^a chariots of the Connachtmen's chariots were, Fergus made pieces and bits of them all, and yet he failed to draw the fork from the bed of the ford. "Come now, let it be, O Fergus," cried Medb; "break our people's chariots no more. For hadst thou not been now engaged on this hosting, ⁶by this time⁶ should we have come to Ulster, driving divers spoils and cattle-herds with us. We wot wherefore thou workest all this, to delay and detain the host till the Ulstermen rise from their 'Pains' and offer us battle, the battle of the Táin."

"Bring me a swift chariot," cried Fergus. And his own chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus gave a tug at the fork, and nor wheel nor floor nor one of the chariot-poles creaked nor cracked. Even though it was with his strength and prowess that the one had driven it down, with his might and doughtiness the other drew it out,—the battle-champion, the gap-breaker of hundreds, the crushing sledge, the stone-of-battle for enemies, the 41 W. 777. head of retainers, the foe of hosts, the hacking of masses, the flaming torch and the leader of mighty combat. He drew it up with the tip of one hand till it reached the slope of his shoulder, and he placed the fork in Ailill's hand. Ailill scanned it; he regarded it near. "The fork, meseems, is all the more perfect," quoth Ailill; "for a single stroke I see on it from butt to top." "Aye, all the more perfect," Fergus replied. And Fergus began to sing praise ¹of Cuchulain,¹ and he made a lay thereon:—

After this lay: "Let us pitch our booths and tents," said Ailill, "and let us make ready food and drink, and let us sing songs and strike up harps, and let us eat and 42 W. 807. regale ourselves, for, of a truth, never before nor since knew the men of Erin a night of encampment or of entrenchment that held sorer discomfort or distress for them than yester-night. ¹Let us give heed to the manner of folk to whom we go and let us hear somewhat of their deeds and famous tales."¹

They raised their booths and pitched their tents. They got ready ^*LL. fo. 61b. their food and drink, and songs were sung and harping intoned by them, and feasting and eating indulged in, ²and they were told of the feats of Cuchulain.²

And Ailill inquired of Fergus: "I marvel and wonder who could have come to us to our lands and slain so quickly the four that had gone out before us. Is it likely that Conchobar son of Fachtna Fatach ('the Mighty'), High King of Ulster, has come to us?" "It is never likely that he has," Fergus answered; "for a shame it would be to speak ill of him in his absence. There is nothing he would not stake for the sake of his honour. For if he had come hither ³to the border of the land³, there would have come armies and troops and the pick of the men of Erin that are with him. And even though against him in one and the same place, and in one mass and one march and one camp, and on one and the same hill were the men of Erin and Alba, Britons and Saxons, he would give them battle, before him they would break and it is not he that would be routed."

"A question, then: Who would be like to have come to us? Is it like that Cuscraid Mend ('the Stammerer') of Macha would have come, Conchobar's son, from Inis Cuscraid?" "Nay then, it is not; he, the son of the High King," Fergus answered. "There is nothing he would not hazard for the sake of his honour. For were it he that had come hither, there would have come the 43 W. 827. sons of kings and the royal leaders ¹of Ulster and Erin¹ that are serving as hirelings with him. And though there might be against him in one and the same place, in one mass and one march and one camp, and on one and the same hill the men of Erin and Alba, Britons and Saxons, he would give them battle, before him they would break and it is not he that would be routed."

"I ask, then, whether Eogan son of Durthacht, King of Fernmag, would have come?" "In sooth, it is not likely. For, had he come hither, the pick of the men of Fernmag would have come with him, battle he would give them, before him they would break, and it is not he that would be routed."

"I ask, then: Who would be likely to have come to us? Is it likely that he would have come, Celtchai son of Uthechar?" "No more is it likely that it was he. A shame it would be to make light of him in his absence, him the battle-stone for the foes of the province, the head of all the retainers and the gate-of-battle of Ulster. And even should there be against him in one place and one mass and one march and one camp, and on one and the same hill all the men of Erin from the west to the east, from the south to the north, battle he would give them, before him they would break and it is not he that would be routed."

"I ask, then: Who would be like to have come to us?" ²asked Ailill.² ³"I know not," Fergus replied,³ "unless it be the little lad, my nursling and Conchobar's. Cuchulain ('the Wolf-dog of Culann the Smith') he is called. ⁴He is the one who could have done the deed," answered Fergus. "He it is who could have lopped the tree with one blow from its root, could have killed the four with the quickness wherewith they were killed and could have come to the border with his charioteer."⁴

W. 843. "Of a truth," spake Ailill, "I heard from ye of this little boy once on a time in Cruachan. What might be the age of this little boy now?" "It is by no means his age that is most formidable in him," answered Fergus. "Because, manful were his deeds, those of that lad, at a time when he was younger than he ¹now¹ is. ²In his fifth year he went in quest of warlike deeds among the lads of Emain Macha. In his sixth^a year he went to learn skill in arms and feats with Scathach,² ³and he went to woo Emer;³ ⁴in his seventh^b year he took arms; in his seventeenth year he is at this time."⁴ "How so!" exclaimed Medb. "Is there even now amongst the Ulstermen one his equal in age that is more redoubtable than he?" "We have not found there ⁵a man-at-arms that is harder,⁵ ⁶nor a point that is keener, more terrible nor quicker,⁶ nor a more bloodthirsty wolf, ⁷nor a raven more flesh-loving,⁷ nor a wilder warrior, nor a match of his age that would reach to a third or a fourth ^*LL. fo. 62a. the likes of Cuchulain. Thou findest not there," Fergus went on, "a hero his peer, ⁸nor a lion that is fiercer, nor a plank of battle,⁸ nor a sledge of destruction, ⁹nor a gate of combat,⁹ nor a doom of hosts, nor a contest of valour that would be of more worth than Cuchulain. Thou findest not there one that could equal his age and his growth, ¹⁰his dress¹⁰ ¹¹and his terror,¹¹ his size and his splendour, ¹²his fame and his voice, his shape and his power,¹² his form and his speech, his strength and his feats and his valour, ¹³his smiting, his heat and his anger,¹³ his dash, his assault and attack, his dealing of 45 W. 857. doom and affliction, his roar, his speed, his fury, his rage, and his quick triumph with the feat of nine men on each sword's point^a above him, like unto Cuchulain."

"We make not much import of him," quoth Medb. "It is but a single body he has; he shuns being wounded; he avoids being taken. They do say his age is but that of a girl to be wed. ¹His deeds of manhood have not yet come,¹ nor will he hold out against tried men, this young, beardless elf-man of whom thou spokest." ²"We say not so,"² replied Fergus, "for manful were the deeds of the lad at a time when he was younger than he ³now³ is."

VII. THE YOUTHFUL EXPLOITS OF CUCHULAIN

W. 865. "Now this lad was reared in the house of his father and mother at Dairgthech¹ ('the Oak House' (?)), namely, in the plain of Murthemne, and the tales of the youths of Emain were told to him. ²For there are ³always³ thrice fifty boys at play there," said Fergus.² "Forasmuch as in this wise Conchobar passed his reign ever since he, the king, assumed his sovereignty, to wit: As soon as he arose, forthwith in settling the cares and affairs of the province; thereafter, the day he divided in three: first, the first third he spent a-watching the youths play games of skill and of hurling; the next third of the day, a-playing draughts and chess, and the last third a-feasting on meat and ⁴a-quaffing⁴ ale, till sleep possessed them all, the while minstrels and harpers lulled him to sleep. For all that I am a long time in banishment because of him, I give my word," said Fergus, "there is not in Erin nor in Alba a warrior the like of Conchobar."

"And the lad was told the tales of the boys and the boy-troop in Emain; and the child said to his mother, he would go to have part in the games on the play-field of Emain. "It is too soon for thee, little son," said his mother; "wait till there go with thee a champion of the champions of 47 W. 880. Ulster, or some of the attendants of Conchobar to enjoin thy protection and thy safety on the boy-troop." "I think it too long for that, my mother," the little lad answered, "I will not wait for it. But do thou show me what place lies Emain ¹Macha."¹ ²"Northwards, there;² it is far away from thee," said his mother, "the place wherein it lies, ³and the way is hard.³ Sliab Fuait lies between thee and Emain." "At all hazards, I will essay it," he answered.

"The boy fared forth and took his playthings with him. ⁴His little lath-shield⁴ he took, and his hurley of bronze and his ball of silver; and he took his little javelin for throwing; and his toy-staff he took with its fire-hardened butt-end, and he began to shorten the length of his journey with them. He would give the ball a stroke ^*LL. fo. 62b. with the hurl-bat, so that he sent it a long distance from him. Then with a second throw he would cast his hurley so that it went a distance no shorter than the first throw. He would hurl his little darts, and let fly his toy-staff, and make a wild chase after them. Then he would catch up his hurl-bat and pick up the ball and snatch up the dart, and the stock of the toy-staff had not touched the ground when he caught its tip which was in the air.

"He went his way to the mound-seat of Emain, where was the boy-troop. Thrice fifty youths were with Folloman, Conchobar's son, at their games on the fair-green of Emain.

"The little lad went on to the play-field into the midst of the boys, and he whipped the ball between his two legs away from them, nor did he suffer it to travel higher up than the top of his knee, nor did he let it lower down than his ankle, and he drove it and held it between his two legs and not one of the boys was able to get a prod nor a stroke nor a blow nor a shot at it, so that he carried it over the 48 W. 904. brink of the goal away from them. ¹Then he goes to the youths without binding them to protect him. For no one used to approach them on their play-field without first securing from them a pledge of protection. He was weetless thereof.¹

"Then they all gazed upon him. They wondered and marvelled. "Come, boys!" cried Folloman, Conchobar's son, ²"the urchin insults us.² Throw yourselves all on yon fellow, and his death shall come at my hands; for it is geis among you for any youth to come into your game, without first entrusting his safety to you. And do you all attack him together, for we know that yon wight is some one of the heroes of Ulster; and they shall not make it their wont to break into your sports without first entrusting their safety and protection to you."

"Thereupon they all set upon him together. They cast their thrice fifty hurl-bats at the poll of the boy's head. He raises his single toy-staff and wards off the thrice fifty hurlies, ³so that they neither hurt him nor harm him,³ ⁴and he takes a load of them on his back.⁴ Then they throw their thrice fifty balls at the lad. He raises his upper arm and his forearm and the palms of his hands ⁵against them⁵ and parries the thrice fifty balls, ⁶and he catches them, each single ball in his bosom.⁶ They throw at him the thrice fifty play-spears charred at the end. The boy raises his little lath-shield ⁷against them⁷ and fends off the thrice fifty play-staffs, ⁸and they all remain stuck in his lath-shield.⁸ ⁹Thereupon contortions took hold of him. Thou wouldst have weened it was a hammering wherewith each hair was hammered into his head, with such an uprising it rose. Thou wouldst have weened it was a 49 spark of fire that was on every single hair there. He closed one of his eyes so that it was no wider than the eye of a needle. He opened the other wide so that it was as big as the mouth of a mead-cup.^a He stretched his mouth from his jaw-bones to his ears; he opened his mouth wide to his jaw so that his gullet was seen. The champion's light rose up from his crown.⁹

W. 919. "It was then he ran in among them. He scattered fifty king's sons of them over the ground underneath him ¹before they got to the gate of Emain.¹ Five^b of them," Fergus continued, "dashed headlong between me and Conchobar, where we were playing chess, even on Cennchaem ('Fair-head') ²the chessboard of Conchobar,² on the mound-seat of Emain. The little boy pursued them to cut them off. ³Then he sprang over the chessboard after the nine.³ Conchobar seized the little lad by the wrists. "Hold, little boy. I see 'tis not gently thou dealest with the boy-band." "Good reason I have," quoth the little lad. ⁴"From home, from mother and father I came to play with them, and they have not been good to me.⁴ I had not a guest's honour at the hands of the boy-troop on my arrival, for all that I came from far-away lands." "How is that? Who art thou, ⁵and what is thy name?"⁵ asked Conchobar. "Little Setanta am I, son of Sualtaim. Son am I to Dechtirè, thine own sister; and not through thee did I expect to be thus aggrieved." "How so, little one?" said Conchobar. "Knewest thou not that it is forbidden among the boy-troop, that it is geis for them for any boy to approach them in their land without first claiming his protection from them?" "I knew it not," said the lad. 50 W. 932. "Had I known it, I would have been on my guard against them." "Good, now, ye boys," Conchobar cried; "take ye upon you the protection of the little lad." "We grant it, indeed," they made answer.

"The little lad went ^*LL. fo. 63a. ¹into the game again¹ under the protection of the boy-troop. Thereupon they loosed hands from him, and once more he rushed amongst them ²throughout the house.² He laid low fifty of their princes on the ground under him. Their fathers thought it was death he had given them. That was it not, but stunned they were with front-blows and mid-blows and long-blows. "Hold!" cried Conchobar. "Why art thou yet at them?" "I swear by my gods whom I worship" (said the boy) "they shall all come under my protection and shielding, as I have put myself under their protection and shielding. Otherwise I shall not lighten my hands off them until I have brought them all to earth." "Well, little lad, take thou upon thee the protection of the boy-troop." "I grant it, indeed," said the lad. Thereupon the boy-troop went under his protection and shielding.

"³Then they all went back to the play-field, and the boys whom he had overthrown there arose. Their nurses and tutors helped them.

"Now, once upon a time," continued Fergus, "when he was a gilla, he slept not in Emain Macha till morning." "Tell me," Conchobar said to him, "why sleepest thou not ⁴in Emain Macha, Cuchulain?"⁴ "I sleep not, unless it be equally high at my head and my feet." Then Conchobar had a pillar-stone set up at his head and another at his feet, and between them a bed apart was made for him.

"Another time a certain man went to wake him, and 51 the lad struck him with his fist in ¹the neck or in¹ the forehead, so that it drove in the front of his forehead on to his brain and he overthrew the pillar-stone with his forearm." "It is known," exclaimed Ailill, "that that was the fist of a champion and the arm of a hero." "And from that time," continued Fergus, "no one durst wake him, so that he used to wake of himself.

"Then, another time, he played ball on the play-field east of Emain, and he was alone on one side against the thrice fifty boys. He always worsted in every game in the east (?) in this way. Thereafter the lad began to use his fists on them, so that fifty boys of them died thereof. He took to flight then, till he took refuge under the cushion of Conchobar's couch. The Ulstermen sprang up all around him. I, too, sprang up, and Conchobar, thereat. The lad himself rose up under the couch, so that he hove up the couch and the thirty warriors that were on it withal, so that he bore it into the middle of the house. Straightway the Ulstermen sat around him in the house. We settled it then," continued Fergus, "and reconciled the boy-troop to him afterwards.

"The broil of war arose between Ulster and Eogan son of Durthacht. The Ulstermen go forth to the war. The lad Setanta is left behind asleep. The men of Ulster are beaten. Conchobar and Cuscraid Menn ('the Stammerer') of Macha are left on the field and many besides them. Their groans awaken the lad. Thereat he stretches himself, so that the two stones are snapped that are near him. This took place in the presence of Bricriu yonder," Fergus added. "Then he gets up. I meet him at the door of the liss, I being severely wounded. "Hey, God keep thy life,^a O Fergus my master," says he; "where is Conchobar?" "I know not," I answer. Thereupon he goes out. The night is dark. He makes for the battlefield, 52 until he sees before him a man and half his head on him and half of another man on his back. "Help me, Cuchulain," he cries; "I have been stricken, and I bear on my back half of my brother. Carry it for me a while." "I will not carry it," says he. Thereupon the man throws the load at him. Cuchulain throws it back from him. They grapple with one another. Cuchulain is overthrown. Then I heard something. It was Badb^a from the corpses: "Ill the stuff of a warrior that is there under the feet of a phantom." Thereat Cuchulain arises from underneath him, and he strikes off his head with his playing-stick and proceeds to drive the ball before him over the field of battle.

"Is my master Conchobar on this battle-field?" That one makes answer. He goes towards him, to where he espies him in a ditch and the earth piled around him on both sides to hide him. "Wherefore art thou come to the battle-field?" Conchobar asks; "is it that thou mightst see mortal terror there?" Then Cuchulain lifts him out of the ditch. The six strong men of Ulster that were with us could not have lifted him out more bravely. "Get thee before us to yonder house," says Conchobar, ¹"to make me a fire there." He kindles a great fire for him. "Good now," quoth Conchobar,¹ "if one would bring me a roast pig, I would live." "I will go fetch it," says Cuchulain. Thereupon he sallies out, when he sees a man at a cooking-pit in the heart of the wood. One of his hands holds his weapons therein, the other roasts the pork. Ill-favoured, indeed, is the man. For the which, Cuchulain attacks him and takes his head and his pig with him. Conchobar eats the pig then. "Let us go to our house," says Conchobar. They meet Cuscraid son of Conchobar and there were heavy wounds on him. Cuchulain carries him on his back. The three then proceed to Emain Macha.

"Another time the Ulstermen were in their 'Pains.' 53 Now, there was no 'Pains' amongst us," Fergus continued, "in women or boys, nor in any one outside the borders of Ulster, nor in Cuchulain and his father. ¹It was for this reason no one dared shed the blood of the men of Ulster, for that the 'Pains' fell on the one that wounded them.¹ There came thrice nine men from the Isles of Faiche. They pass over our rear fort, the whiles we are in our 'Pains.' The women scream in the fort. The youths are in the play-field. They come at the cry. When the boys catch sight of the swarthy men, they all take to flight save Cuchulain alone. He hurls the hand-stones and his playing-staff at them. He slays nine of them and they leave fifty wounds on him and proceed thence on their journey.³

W. 947. "A youngster did that deed," Fergus continued, "at the close of five years after his birth, when he overthrew the sons of champions and warriors at the very door of their liss and dûn. No need is there of wonder or surprise, ²if he should do great deeds,² if he should come to the confines of the land, if he should cut off the four-pronged fork, if he should slay one man or two men or three men or four men, when there are seventeen full years of him now on the Cattle-lifting of Cualnge." ⁴"In sooth, then, we know that youth," spoke out Conall Cernach ('the Victorious'), "and it is all the better we should know him, for he is a fosterling of our own."⁴

VIIa. THE SLAYING OF THE SMITH'S HOUND BY CUCHULAIN, AND THE REASON HE IS CALLED CUCHULAIN

W. 956. Then it was that Cormac Conlongas son of Conchobar spake: "Again that little lad performed a second deed in the following year." "What deed was that?" asked Ailill.

¹"A goodly smith there was in the land of Ulster, Culann the Smith, by name.¹ He made ready a feast for Conchobar and set out for Emain to invite him. He made known to him that only a few should come with him, that he should bring none but a true guest along, forasmuch as it was not a domain or lands of his own that he had, but ²the fruit of his two hands,² his sledges and anvils, his fists and his tongs. Conchobar replied that only a few would go to him.

"Culann went back to the stithy to prepare and make ready meat and drink ³in readiness for the king.³ Conchobar sat in Emain till it was time to set out ⁴for the feast,⁴ till came the close of the day. The king put his fine, light travelling apparel about him, ⁵and went with fifty chariot-chiefs of those that were noblest and most illustrious of the heroes,⁵ and betook him to the boys ⁶before starting,⁶ to bid them farewell. ⁷It was always 55 W. 968. his custom to visit and revisit them when going and coming, to seek his blessing of the boys.⁷ Conchobar came on to the fair-green, and he saw a thing that astounded him: Thrice fifty boys at one end of the green and a single boy at the other, and the single boy won the victory at the goal and at hurling from the thrice fifty boys. When it was at hole-play they were—a game of hole that used to be played on the fair-green of Emain—and it was their turn to drive and his to keep guard, he would catch the thrice fifty balls just outside of the hole, and not one went by him into the hole. When it was their turn to keep guard and his to drive, he would send the thrice fifty balls into the hole without fail, ¹and the boys were unable to ward them off.¹ When it was at tearing off each other's garments they played, he would strip off them their thrice fifty suits ²so that they were quite naked,² and they were not able all of them to take as much as the brooch from his mantle. When it was at wrestling they were, he would throw those same thrice fifty boys to the ground under him, and they did not succeed all of them around him in lifting him up. Conchobar looked with wonder at the little lad. "O, ye youths," cried ^*LL. fo. 63b. Conchobar. "Hail to the land whence cometh the lad ye see, if the deeds of his manhood shall be such as are those of his boyhood!" "Tis not just to speak thus," exclaimed Fergus; "e'en as the little lad grows, so will his deeds of manhood grow with him." "The little lad shall be called to us, that he may come with us to enjoy the feast to which we go." The little lad was summoned to Conchobar. "Good, my lad," said Conchobar. "Come thou with us to enjoy the feast whereto we go, ³for thou art a guest."³ "Nay, but I will not go," the little boy answered. "How so?" asked Conchobar. 56 W. 990. "Forasmuch as the boys have not yet had their fill of games and of sport, and I will not leave them till they have had enough play." "It is too long for us to await thee till then, little boy, and by no means shall we wait." "Go then before us," said the little boy, "and I will follow after ye." "Thou knowest naught of the way, little boy," said Conchobar. "I will follow the trail of the company and of the horses and chariots."

"Thereafter Conchobar came to the house of Culann the Smith. The king was waited upon and all were shown honour, as befitted their rank and calling and privileges, nobility and gentle accomplishment. Straw and fresh rushes were spread out under them. They commenced to carouse and make merry. Culann inquired of Conchobar: "Hast thou, O king, appointed any to come after thee this night to this dûn?" "No, I appointed no one," replied Conchobar, for he had forgotten the little lad whom he had charged to come after him. "Why so?" asked Conchobar. "An excellent bloodhound have I, ¹that was brought from Spain.¹ ²There are three^a chains upon him, and three men at each chain. Because of our goods and our cattle he is slipped and the liss is closed.² When his dog-chain is loosed from him, no one dares approach the same cantred with him to make a course or a circuit, and he knows no one but myself. The power of hundreds is in him for strength." Then spake Conchobar, "Let the dûn be opened for the ban-dog, that he may guard the cantred." The dog-chain is taken off the ban-dog, and he makes a swift round of the cantred. And he comes to the mound whereon he was wont to keep guard of the stead, and there he was, his head couched on his paws, and wild, untameable, furious, savage, ferocious, ready for fight was the dog that was there.

W. 1013. "As for the boys: They were in Emain until the time came for them to disperse. Each of them went to the house of his father and mother, of his foster-mother and foster-father. Then the little lad went on the trail of the party, till he reached the house of Culann the Smith. He began to shorten the way as he went with his play-things. ¹He threw his ball and threw his club after it, so that it hit the ball. The one throw was no greater than the other. Then he threw his staff after them both, so that it reached the ball and the club before ever they fell.¹ ²Soon the lad came up.² When he was nigh to the green of the fort wherein were Culann and Conchobar, he threw all his play-things before him except only the ball. The watch-dog descried the lad and bayed at him, so that in all the countryside was heard the howl of the watch-hound. And not a division of feasting was what he was inclined to make of him, but to swallow him down at one gulp past the cavity ^*LL. fo. 64a. of his chest and the width of his throat and the pipe of his breast. ³And it interfered not with the lad's play, although the hound made for him.³ And the lad had not with him any means of defence, but he hurled an unerring cast of the ball, so that it passed through the gullet of the watch-dog's neck and carried the guts within him out through his back door, and he laid hold of the hound by the two legs and dashed him against a pillar-stone ⁴that was near him, so that every limb of him sprang apart,⁴ so that he broke into bits all over the ground.^a Conchobar heard the yelp of the ban-dog. ⁵Conchobar and his people could not move; they weened they would not find the lad alive before them.⁵ "Alas, O warriors," cried Conchobar; "in no good luck 58 W. 1029. have we come to enjoy this feast." "How so?" asked all. "The little lad who has come to meet me, my sister's son, Setanta son of Sualtaim, is undone through the hound." As one man, arose all the renowned men of Ulster. Though a door of the hostel was thrown wide open, they all rushed in the other direction out over the palings of the fortress. But fast as they all got there, faster than all arrived Fergus, and he lifted the little lad from the ground on the slope of his shoulder and bore him into the presence of Conchobar. ¹They put him on Conchobar's knee. A great alarm arose amongst them that the king's sister's son should have been all but killed.¹ And Culann came out, and he saw his slaughter-hound in many pieces. He felt his heart beating against his breast. Whereupon he went into the dûn. "Welcome thy coming, little lad," said Culann, "because of thy mother and father, but not welcome is thy coming for thine own sake. ²Yet would that I had not made a feast."² "What hast thou against the lad?" queried Conchobar. "Not luckily for me hast thou come to quaff my ale and to eat my food; for my substance is now a wealth gone to waste, and my livelihood is a livelihood lost ³now after my dog.³ ⁴He hath kept honour and life for me.⁴ Good was the friend thou hast robbed me of, ⁵even my dog,⁵ in that he tended my herds and flocks and stock for me; ⁶he was the protection of all our cattle, both afield and at home."⁶ "Be not angered thereat, O Culann my master," said the little boy. ⁷"It is no great matter,⁷ for I will pass a just judgement upon it." "What judgement thereon wilt thou pass, lad?" Conchobar asked. "If there is a whelp of the breed of that dog in Erin, he shall be reared by me till he be fit to do 59 W. 1049. business as was his sire. ¹Till then¹ myself will be the hound to protect his flocks and his cattle and his land ²and even himself² in the meanwhile. ³And I will safeguard the whole plain of Murthemne, and no one will carry off flock nor herd without that I know it."³

""Well hast thou given judgement, little lad," said Conchobar. "In sooth, we ⁴ourselves⁴ could not give one that would be better," said Cathba.^a "Why should it not be from this that thou shouldst take the name Cuchulain, ('Wolfhound of Culann')?" "Nay, then," answered the lad; "dearer to me mine own name, Setanta son of Sualtaim." "Say not so, lad," Cathba continued; "for the men of Erin and Alba shall hear that name and the mouths of the men of Erin and Alba shall be full of that name!" "It pleaseth me so, whatever the name that is given me," quoth the little lad. Hence the famous name that stuck to him, namely Cuchulain, after he had killed the hound that was Culann's the Smith's.

"A little lad did that deed," ^*LL. fo. 64b. added Cormac Conlongas son of Conchobar, "when he had completed six years after his birth, when he slew the watch-dog that hosts nor companies dared not approach in the same cantred. No need would there be of wonder or of surprise if he should come to the edge of the marches, if he should cut off the four-pronged fork, if he should slay one man or two men or three men or four men, now when his seventeen years are completed on the Cattle-driving of Cualnge!"

VIIb. ¹THE TAKING OF ARMS BY CUCHULAIN AND¹ ²THE SLAYING OF THE THREE SONS OF NECHT SCENE IS NOW TOLD HERE²

W. 1068. "The little lad performed a third deed in the following year," said Fiachu son of Firaba. "What deed performed he?" asked Ailill.

"Cathba the druid was ³with his son, namely Conchobar son of Ness,³ imparting ⁴learning⁴ to his pupils in the north-east of Emain, and eight^a ⁵eager⁵ pupils in the class of druidic cunning were with him. ⁶That is the number that Cathba instructed.⁶ ⁷One of them⁷ questioned his teacher, what fortune and presage might there be for the day they were in, whether it was good or whether it was ill. Then spake Cathba: "The little boy that takes arms ⁸this day⁸ shall be splendid and renowned ⁹for deeds of arms⁹ ¹⁰above the youths of Erin ¹¹and the tales of his high deeds shall be told¹¹ forever,¹⁰ but he shall be short-lived and fleeting." Cuchulain overheard what he said, though far off at his play-feats south-west of Emain; and he threw away all his play-things and hastened to Conchobar's sleep-room ¹²to ask for arms.¹² "All 61 W. 1077. good attend thee, O king of the Fenè!" cried the little lad. "This greeting is the speech of one soliciting something of some one. What wouldst thou, lad?" said Conchobar. "To take arms," the lad made answer. "Who hath advised thee, little boy?" asked Conchobar. "Cathba the druid," said the lad. "He would not deceive thee, little boy," said Conchobar. Conchobar gave him two spears and a sword and a shield. The little boy shook and brandished the arms ¹in the middle of the house¹ so that he made small pieces and fragments of them. Conchobar gave him other two spears and a shield and a sword. He shook and brandished, flourished and poised them, so that he shivered them into small pieces and fragments. There where were the fourteen^a suits of arms which Conchobar had in Emain, ²in reserve in case of breaking of weapons or² for equipping the youths and the boys—to the end that whatever boy assumed arms, it might be Conchobar that gave him the equipment of battle, and the victory of cunning would be his thenceforward—even so, this little boy made splinters and fragments of them all.

""Truly these arms here are not good, O Conchobar my master," the stripling cried. "Herefrom cometh not what is worthy of me." Conchobar gave him his own two spears and his shield and his sword. He shook and he brandished, he bent and he poised them so that tip touched butt, and he brake not the arms and they bore up against him, ³and he saluted the king whose arms they were.³ "Truly, these arms are good," said the little boy; "they are suited to me. Hail to the king whose arms and equipment these are. Hail to the land whereout he is come!"

"Then Cathba the druid chanced to come into the tent, and what he said was, "Hath he yonder taken arms?" 62 W. 1101. Cathba asked. "Aye, then, it must be," Conchobar answered. "Not by ¹his¹ mother's son would I wish them to be taken this day," said Cathba. "How so? Was it not thyself advised him?" Conchobar asked. "Not I, in faith," replied Cathba. "What mean'st thou, bewitched elf-man?" cried Conchobar ²to Cuchulain.² "Is it a lie thou hast told us?" ^*LL. fo. 65a. "But be not wroth ³thereat,³ O my master Conchobar," said the little boy. ⁴"No lie have I told;⁴ for yet is it he that advised me, ⁵when he taught his other pupils this morning.⁵ For his pupil asked him what luck might lie in the day, and he said: The youth that took arms on this day would be illustrious and famous, ⁶that his name would be over the men of Erin for ever, and that no evil result would be on him thereafter,⁶ except that he would be fleeting and short-lived. ⁷To the south of Emain I heard him, and then I came to thee."⁷ "That I avow to be true," spake Cathba. ⁸"Good indeed is the day,⁸ glorious and renowned shalt thou be, ⁹the one that taketh arms,⁹ yet passing and short lived!" "Noble the gift!" cried Cuchulain. ¹⁰"Little it recks me,¹⁰ though I should be but one day and one night in the world, if only the fame of me and of my deeds live after me!"

"¹¹ Another day one of them asked of the druids for what that day would be propitious. "The one that mounts a chariot to-day," Cathba answered, "his name will be renowned over Erin for ever." Now Cuchulain heard that. He went to Conchobar and said to him, "O Conchobar my master, give me a chariot!" He gave him a chariot.¹¹ 63 W. 1113. "Come, lad, mount the chariot, for this is the next thing for thee."

"He mounted the chariot. ¹He put his hands between the two poles of the chariot,¹ and the first chariot he mounted withal he shook and tossed about him till he reduced it to splinters and fragments. He mounted the second chariot, so that he made small pieces and fragments of it in like manner. Further he made pieces of the third chariot. There where were the seventeen^a chariots which Conchobar kept for the boy-troop and youths in Emain, the lad made small pieces and fragments of them and they did not withstand him. "These chariots here are not good, O my master Conchobar," said the little boy; "my merit cometh not from them." "Where is Ibar^b son of Riangabair?" asked Conchobar. "Here, in sooth, am I," Ibar answered. "Take with thee mine own two steeds for him yonder, and yoke my chariot." Thereupon the charioteer took the horses and yoked the chariot. Then the little boy mounted the chariot ²and Conchobar's charioteer with him.² He shook the chariot about him, and it withstood him, and he broke it not. "Truly this chariot is good," cried the lad, "and this chariot is suited to me." ³The charioteer turned the chariot under him.³ "Prithee, little boy," said Ibar, ⁴"come out^c of the chariot now⁴ and let the horses out on their pasture." "It is yet too soon, O Ibar," the lad answered. ⁵"The horses are fair. I, too, am fair, their little lad.⁵ ⁶Only⁶ let us go on a circuit of Emain to-day ⁷and thou shalt have a reward therefor,⁷ to-day being my first day of 64 W. 1132. taking arms, to the end that it be a victory of cunning for me."

"Thrice they made the circuit of Emain. "Leave the horses now to their grazing, O little boy," said Ibar. "It is yet too soon, O Ibar," the little lad answered; "let us keep on, that the boys may give me a blessing to-day the first day of my taking arms." They kept their course to the place where the boys were. "Is it arms he yonder has taken?" each one asked. "Of a truth, are they." "May it be for victory, for first wounding and triumph. But we deem it too soon for thee to take arms, because thou departest from us at the game-feats." "By no means will I leave ye, but for luck I took arms this day." "Now, little boy, leave the horses to their grazing," said Ibar. "It is still too soon for that, O Ibar," the lad answered. ¹"Ply the goad on the horses," said he. "What way, then?" the charioteer asked. "As far as the road shall lead," answered Cuchulain.¹ "And this great road winding by us, what way leads it?" the lad asked. "What is that to thee?" Ibar answered. "But thou art a pleasant wight, I trow, little lad," quoth Ibar. "I wish, fellow, to inquire about the high-road of the province, what stretch it goes?" "To Ath na Foraire ('the Ford of Watching') in Sliab Fuait it goes," Ibar answered. "Wherefore is it called 'the Ford of Watching,' knowest thou?" "Yea, I know it well," Ibar made answer. "A stout warrior of Ulster is on watch and on guard there ²every day,² so that there come no strange youths into Ulster to challenge them to battle, and he is a champion to give battle in behalf of the whole province. Likewise if men of song leave the Ulstermen ^*LL. fo. 65b. and the province in dudgeon, he is there to soothe them by proffering treasures and valuables, and so to save the honour of the province. Again, if men of song 65 W. 1155. enter the land, he is the man that is their surety that they win the favour of Conchobar, so that songs and lays made for him will be the first to be sung after their arrival in Emain." "Knowest thou who is at the ford to-day?" "Yea, I know," Ibar answered; "Conall Cernach ('the Triumphant'), the heroic, warlike son of Amargin, royal champion of Erin," Ibar answered. "Thither guide us, fellow, that so we reach the ford."

"Onwards they drove into sight of the ford where was Conall. ¹Now it fell to Conall Cernach to guard the province that day. For each champion of Ulster spent his day on Sliab Fuait to protect him that came with a lay or to fight with a warrior, so that some one would be there to meet him, in order that none might come to Emain unperceived.¹ "Are those arms he yonder has taken?" asked Conall. "Of a truth, are they," Ibar made answer. "May it be for victory and for triumph and first wounding," said Conall; "but we think it too soon for thee to take arms, because thou art not yet capable of deeds. Were it surety he needed, he that should come hither," he continued, "so wouldst thou furnish a perfect warrant amongst the Ulstermen, and the nobles of the province would rise up to support thee in the contest." "What dost thou here, O Conall my master?" asked the lad. "Watch and ward of the province, lad, I keep here," Conall made answer. "Do thou go home now, O master Conall," said the lad, "and leave me the watch and guard of the province to keep here." "Say not so, little son," replied Conall; ²"'twould be enough, were it to protect one that came with a song; were it to fight with a man, however, that is still too soon for thee²; thou art not yet able to cope with a goodly warrior." "Then, will I keep on to the south," 66 W. 1172. said the little boy, "to Fertas ('the Bank') of Loch Echtrann for a while; ¹champions are wont to take stand there;¹ perchance I may redden my hands on friend or on foe this day." "I will go, little boy," said Conall, "to save thee, that thou go not alone ²into peril² on the border." "Not so," said the lad. "But I will go," said Conall; "for the men of Ulster will blame me for leaving thee to go alone on the border."

"Conall's horses were caught for him and his chariot was yoked and he set out to protect the little boy. When Conall came up abreast of him, Cuchulain felt certain that, even though a chance came to him, Conall would not permit him to use it. He picked up a hand-stone from the ground which was the full of his grasp. He hurled it from him ³from his sling³ the length of a stone-shot at the yoke of Conall's chariot, so that he broke the chariot-collar^a in two and thereby Conall fell to the ground, so that the nape of his neck went out from his shoulder. "What have we here, boy?" asked Conall; ⁴"why threwest thou the stone?"⁴ "It is I threw it to see if my cast be straight, or how I cast at all, or if I have the stuff of a warrior in me." "A bane on thy cast and a bane on thyself as well. E'en though thou leavest thy head this time with thine enemies, I will go no further to protect thee." "'Twas what I craved of thee," answered he; "for it is geis amongst you men of Ulster to proceed, after a mishap has befallen your chariots. ⁵Go back⁵ ⁶to Emain,⁶ ⁷O Conall, and leave me here to keep watch." "That pleaseth me well," replied Conall.⁷ Conall turned back northwards again to the Ford of Watching. ⁸Thereafter Conall Cernach went not past that place.⁸

W. 1192. As for the little boy, he fared southwards to Fertas Locha Echtrann. He remained there till the end of the day ¹and they found no one there before them.¹ "If we dared tell thee, little boy," spoke Ibar, "it were time for us to return to Emain ^*LL. fo. 66a. now; for dealing and carving and dispensing of food is long since begun in Emain, and there is a place assigned for thee there. Every day it is appointed thee to sit between Conchobar's feet, while for me there is naught but to tarry among the hostlers and tumblers of Conchobar's household. ²For that reason,² methinks it is time to have a scramble^a among them." "Fetch then the horses for us." The charioteer fetched the horses and the lad mounted the chariot. "But, O Ibar, what hill is that there now, the hill to the north?" the lad asked. "Now, that is Sliab Moduirn," Ibar answered. ³"Let us go and get there," said Cuchulain. Then they go on till they reach it.³ ⁴When they reached the mountain, Cuchulain asked,⁴ "And what is that white cairn yonder on the height of the mountain?" "And that is Finncharn ('the White Cairn') of Sliab Moduirn," Ibar answered. "But yonder cairn is beautiful," exclaimed the lad. "It surely is beautiful," Ibar answered. "Lead on, fellow, till we reach yonder cairn." "Well, but thou art both a pleasant and tedious inquisitor, I see," exclaimed Ibar; "but this is my first ⁵journey and my first⁵ time with thee. It shall be my last time till the very day of doom, if once I get back to Emain."

"Howbeit they went to the top of the hill. "It is pleasant here, O Ibar," the little boy exclaimed. "Point out to me Ulster on every side, for I am no wise acquainted with the land of my master Conchobar." The horseman 68 W. 1211. pointed him out Ulster all around him. He pointed him out the hills and the fields and the mounts of the province on every side. He pointed him out the plains and the dûns and the strongholds of the province. "'Tis a goodly sight, O Ibar," exclaimed the little lad. "What is that indented, angular, bordered and glenny plain to the south of us?" "Mag Breg," replied Ibar. "Tell thou to me the buildings and forts of that plain." The gilla taught him ¹the name of every chief dûn between Temair and Cenannas,¹ Temair and Taltiu, Cletech and Cnogba and Brug ('the Fort') of Mac ind Oc. ²He pointed out to him then² the dûn of the ³three³ sons of Necht Scenè ('the Fierce'): ⁴Foill and Fandall and Tuachall, their names;⁴ ⁵Fer Ulli son of Lugaid was their father, and Necht ⁶from the mouth of the⁶ Scenè was their mother. Now the Ulstermen had slain their father; it was for that reason they were at war with Ulster.⁵ "But are those not Necht's sons, that boast that not more of the Ulstermen are alive than have fallen at their hands?" "The same, in sooth," answered the gilla. "On with us to the dûn of the macNechta," cried the little boy. "Alas, in truth, that thou sayest so," quoth Ibar; ⁷"'tis a peril for us."⁷ ⁸"Truly, not to avoid it do we go," answered Cuchulain.⁸ "We know it is an act of great folly for us to say so, but whoever may go," said Ibar, "it will not be myself." "Living or dead, go there thou shalt," the little boy cried. "'Tis alive I shall go to the south," answered Ibar, "and dead I shall be left at the dûn, I know, even at the dûn of the macNechta."

"They push on to the dûn ¹and they unharness their horses in the place where the bog and the river meet south 69 W. 1227. of the dûn of the macNechta.¹ And the little boy sprang out of the chariot onto the green. Thus was the green of the dûn, with a pillar-stone upon it and an iron band around that, and a band for prowess it was, and there was a writing in ogam at its joint, and this is the writing it bore: 'Whoever should come to the green, if he be a champion, it is geis for him to depart from the green without giving challenge to single combat.¹ The lad deciphered the writing and put his two arms around the pillar-stone. Just as the pillar-stone was with its ring, he flung it ²with a cast of his hand² into the moat, so that a wave passed over it. "Methinks," spake Ibar, "it is no better now than to be where it was. And we know thou shalt now get on this green the thing thou desirest, even the token of death, yea, of doom and destruction!" ³For it was the violation of a geis of the sons of Necht Scenè to do that thing.³ "Good, O Ibar, spread the chariot-coverings and its skins for me that I may ^*LL. fo. 66b. snatch a little sleep." "Woe is me, that thou sayest so," answered the gilla; "for a foeman's land is this and not a green for diversion." ⁴And Cuchulain said to the gilla, "Do not awaken me for a few but awaken me for many."⁴ The gilla arranged the chariot-coverings and its skins ⁵under Cuchulain, and the lad fell asleep on the green.⁵

"Then came one of the macNechta on to the fair-green, to wit, Foill son of Necht. ⁶Then was the charioteer sore afraid, for he durst not waken him, for Cuchulain had told him at first not to waken him for a few.⁶ "Unyoke not the horses, gilla," cried Foill. "I am not fain to, at all," answered Ibar; "the reins and the lines are still in my hand." "Whose horses are those, then?" Foill asked. 70 W. 1246. "Two of Conchobar's horses," answered the gilla; "the two of the dappled heads." "That is the knowledge I have of them. And what hath brought these steeds here to the borders?" "A tender youth that has assumed arms amongst us ¹to-day for luck and good omen,"¹ the horseboy answered, "is come to the edges of the marshes to display his comeliness." "May it not be for victory nor for triumph, ²his first-taking of arms,"² exclaimed Foill. ³"Let him not stop in our land and let the horses not graze here any longer.³ If I knew he was fit for deeds, it is dead he should go back northwards to Emain and not alive!" "In good sooth, he is not fit for deeds," Ibar answered; "it is by no means right to say it of him; it is the seventh year since he was taken from the crib. ⁴Think not to earn enmity,"^a Ibar said further to the warrior; "and moreover the child sleepeth."⁴

"The little lad raised his face from the ground and drew his hand over his face, and he became as one crimson wheelball from his crown to the ground. ⁵"Not a child am I, at all, but it is to seek battle with a man that this child here is come.⁵ Aye, but I am fit for deeds!" the lad cried. ⁶"That pleaseth me well," said the champion;⁶ "but more like than what thou sayest, meseemeth, thou art not fit for deeds." "Thou wilt know that better if we go to the ford. But, go fetch thy weapons, for I see it is in the guise of a churl thou art come, and I slay nor charioteers nor grooms nor folk without arms." The man went apace after his arms. ⁷"Now⁷ thou shouldst have a care for us against yonder man ⁸that comes to meet thee,⁸ little lad," said Ibar. "And why so?" 71 W. 1262. asked the lad. "Foill son of Necht is the man thou seest. Neither points nor edges of weapons can harm him." "Not before me shouldst thou say that, O Ibar," quoth the lad. "I will put my hand to the lath-trick for him, namely, to the apple of twice-melted iron, and it will light upon the disc of his shield and on the flat of his forehead, and it will carry away the size of an apple of his brain out through the back of his head, so that it will make a sieve-hole outside of his head, till the light of the sky will be visible through his head."

"Foill son of Necht came forth. Cuchulain took the lath-trick in hand for him and threw it from him the length of his cast, so that it lighted on the flat of his shield and on the front of his forehead and carried away the bulk of an apple of his brain out through the back of his head, so that it made a sieve-hole thereof outside of his head, till the light of the sky might be seen through his head. ¹He went to him then¹ and struck off the head from the trunk. ²Thereafter he bore away his spoils and his head with him.²

"Then came the second son out on the green, ³his name³ Tuachall ('the Cunning') son of Necht. "Aha, I see thou wouldst boast of this deed," quoth Tuachall. "In the first place I deem it no cause to boast for slaying one champion," said Cuchulain; "thou shalt not boast of it this time, for thou shalt fall by my hand." "Off with thee for thine arms, then, for 'tis not as a warrior thou art come." The man rushed after his arms. "Thou shouldst have a care for us against yon man, lad," said Ibar. "How so?" the lad asked. "Tuachall son of Necht is the man thou beholdest. ⁴And he is nowise miss-named, for he falls not by arms at all.⁴ Unless thou worstest him with the first blow or with the first shot or with the first touch, ^*LL. fo. 67a. thou wilt not worst him 72 W. 1283. ever, because of his craftiness and the skill wherewith he plays round the points of the weapons." "That should not be said before me, O Ibar," cried the lad. ¹"I swear by the god by whom my people swear, he shall never again ply his skill on the men of Ulster.¹ I will put my hand on Conchobar's well-tempered lance, on the Craisech Nemè ('the Venomous Lance'). ²It will be an outlaw's hand to him.² It will light on the shield over his belly, and it will crush through his ribs on the farther side after piercing his heart in his breast. That would be the smiting cast of an enemy and not the friendliness of a fellow countryman!^a From me he shall not get sick-nursing or care till the brink of doom."

"Tuachall son of Necht came forth on the green, and the lad laid his hand on Conchobar's lance against him, and it struck the shield above his belly and broke through the ribs on the farther side after piercing his heart within his breast. He struck off his head or ever it reached the ground. ³Thereafter Cuchulain carried off his head and his spoils with him to his own charioteer.³

"Then came the youngest of the sons forth on the green, namely, Fandall son of Necht. "Fools were the folk who fought with thee here," cried Fandall. "How, now!" cried the lad. "Come down to the pool, where thy foot findeth not bottom." Fandall rushed on to the pool. "Thou shouldst be wary for us of him, little boy," said Ibar. "Why should I then?" asked the lad. "Fandall son of Necht is the man whom thou seest. For this he bears the name Fandall ('the Swallow'): like a swallow or weasel^b he courseth the sea; the swimmers of the world 73 W. 1302. cannot reach him." "Thou shouldst not speak thus before me, O Ibar," said the lad. ¹"I swear, never again will he ply that feat on the men of Ulster.¹ Thou knowest the river that is in our land, in Emain, the Callann. When the boys frequent it with their games of sport and when the water is not beneath them, ²if the surface is not reached by them all,² I do carry a boy over it on either of my palms and a boy on either of my shoulders, and I myself do not even wet my ankles under the weight of them."

"They met upon the water ³and they engaged in wrestling upon it,³ and the little boy closed his arms over Fandall, so that the sea came up even with him, and he gave him a deft blow with Conchobar's sword and chopped off his head from the trunk, and left the body to go down with the stream, and he carried off the head ⁴and the spoils⁴ with him.

"Thereupon Cuchulain went into the dûn and pillaged the place and burned it so that its buildings were no higher than its walls. And they turned on their way to Sliab Fuait and carried the three heads of Necht's sons with them. ⁵Soon Cuchulain heard the cry of their mother after them, of Necht Scenè, namely."⁵ ⁶"Now I will not give over my spoils," cried Cuchulain, "till I reach Emain Macha." Thereupon Cuchulain and Ibar set out for Emain Macha with their spoils. It was then Cuchulain spoke to his charioteer: "Thou didst promise us a good run," said Cuchulain, "and we need it now because of the storm and pursuit that is after us." Forthwith they hasten to Sliab Fuait. Such was the speed of the course they held over Breg, after the urging of the charioteer, that the horses of the chariot overtook the wind and the birds in 74 W. 1317. their flight and Cuchulain caught the throw he had cast from his sling or ever it reached the ground.

"When they came to Sliab Fuait⁶ they espied a herd of wild deer before them. "What are those many cattle, O Ibar, those nimble ones yonder?" asked the lad; "are they tame or are they other deer?" "They are real wild deer, indeed," Ibar answered; "herds of wild deer that haunt the wastes of Sliab Fuait." ¹"Which," asked Cuchulain, "would the men of Ulster deem best, to bring them dead or alive?" "More wonderful, alive," answered the charioteer; "not every one can do it so; but dead, there is none of them cannot do it. Thou canst not do this, carry off any of them alive." "Truly I can," said Cuchulain.¹ "Ply the goad for us on the horses ²into the bog,² to see can we take some of them." The charioteer drove a goad into the horses. It was beyond the power of the king's overfat steeds to keep up with the deer. ³Soon the horses stuck in the marsh.³ The lad got down from the chariot and ⁴as the fruit of his run and his race, in the morass which was around him,⁴ he caught two of the swift, stout deer. He fastened them to the back poles and the bows and the thongs of the chariot.

"They continued their way to the mound-seat of Emain, where they saw flocks of white swans flying by them. "What are those birds there, O Ibar?" the lad asked; "are yonder birds tame ^*LL. fo. 67. or are they other birds?" "Indeed, they are real wild birds," Ibar answered; "flocks of swans are they that come from the rocks and crags and islands of the great sea without, to feed on the plains and smooth spots of Erin." "Which would be stranger ⁵to the Ulstermen,⁵ O Ibar, for them to be fetched alive to Emain or dead?" asked the lad. "Stranger far, alive," 75 W. 1333. Ibar answered, "for not every one succeeds in taking the birds alive, ¹while they are many that take them dead."¹ Then did the lad perform one of his lesser feats upon them: ²he put a small stone in his sling,² so that he brought down eight^a of the birds; and then he performed a greater feat: ³he threw a large stone at them³ and he brought down sixteen^b of their number. ⁴With his return stroke all that was done.⁴ He fastened them to the hind poles and the bows and the thongs and the ropes and the traces of the chariot.

""Take the birds along with thee, O Ibar," cried the lad ⁵to his charioteer. If I myself go to take them," he added, "the wild deer will spring upon thee."⁵ "I am in sore straits," answered Ibar; "⁶I find it not easy to go."⁶ "What may it be?" asked the lad. "Great cause have I. ⁷The horses have become wild, so that I cannot go by them.⁷ If I stir at all from where I am, the chariot's iron wheels will cut me down ⁸because of their sharpness⁸ and because of the strength and the power and the might of the career of the horses. If I make any move, the horns of the deer will pierce and gore me, ⁹for the horns of the stag have filled the whole space between the two shafts of the chariot."⁹ "Ah, no true champion art thou any longer, O Ibar," ¹⁰said the lad;¹⁰ ¹¹"step thus from his horn.¹¹ ¹²I swear by the god by whom the Ulstermen swear,¹² because of the look I shall give at the horses they will not depart from the straight way; at the look I shall give at the deer they will bend their heads in fear and awe of me; ¹³they will not dare move,¹³ and 76 W. 1346. it will be safe for thee e'en though thou goest in front of their horns." ¹And so it was done. Cuchulain fastened the reins.¹ ²Then² ³the charioteer³ ⁴went and collected the birds, and he bound them to the hind poles and to the thongs and the traces of the chariot.⁴ ⁵Thus it was that he proceeded to Emain Macha: the wild deer behind his chariot, and the flock of swans flying over the same, and the three heads of the sons of Necht Scenè ⁶and the jewels, treasures and wealth of their enemies arranged⁶ in his chariot.⁵

"⁷Thereupon⁷ they went on till ⁸bravely, boldly, battle-victoriously, boastingly, blade-redded,⁸ they reached ⁹the fair plain of⁹ Emain. It was then Lebarcham, ¹⁰the watch in Emain Macha,¹⁰ ¹¹came forth and¹¹ discerned them, she, the daughter of Aue ('Ear') and of Adarc ('Horn') ¹²and she hastened to Conchobar's house, her eye restless in her head and her tongue faltering in her jaw.¹² "A single chariot-fighter is here, ¹³coming towards Emain Macha,"¹³ cried Lebarcham, "and his coming is fearful. The heads of his foes all red in his chariot with him. Beautiful, all-white birds he has hovering around in the chariot. With him are wild, untamed deer, bound and fettered, shackled and pinioned. And ¹⁴I give my word,¹⁴ if he be not attended to this night, ¹⁵blood will flow over Conchobar's province by him and¹⁵ the youths of Ulster will fall by his hand." "We know him, that chariot-fighter," spake Conchobar; "¹⁶belike it is¹⁶ the little gilla, my sister's son, who went to the edge of the marches ¹⁷at the beginning of the day,¹⁷ 77 W. 1355. who has reddened his hands and is still unsated of combat, and unless he be attended to, all the youths of Emain will fall by his hand." ¹Soon he turned the left^a side of his chariot towards Emain, and this was geis for Emain. And Cuchulain cried, "I swear by the god by whom the Ulstermen swear, if a man be not found to engage with me, I will spill the blood of every one in the dûn!"¹

"And this was the counsel they agreed to follow: to let out the womenfolk to meet the youth, namely, thrice fifty women, even ten and seven-score bold, stark-naked women, at one and the same time, and their chieftainess, Scannlach ('the Wanton') before them, to discover their persons and their shame^b to him. ²"Let the young women go," said Conchobar, "and bare their paps and their breasts and their swelling bosoms, and if he be a true warrior he will not withstand being bound, and he shall be placed in a vat of cold water until his anger go from him."² ³Thereupon³ the young women all ⁴arose and⁴ marched out, ⁵and these are the names of those queens: Sgamalus and Sgannlach and Sgiathan, Feidlim and Deigtini Finnchas, and Finngheal and Fidniam and Niam, daughter of Celtchar son of Uthechar⁵; and they discovered their nakedness and all their shame to him. ⁶"These are the warriors that will meet thee to-day," quoth Mugain, wife of Conchobar son of Ness.⁶ The lad hid his face from them and turned his gaze on the chariot, that he might not see the nakedness or the shame of the women.^c Then the lad was lifted out of the chariot. He was placed in three vats of cold water to extinguish his wrath; and the first vat into which he was put burst its staves and its hoops like the cracking of nuts around him. 78 W. 1367. The next vat ¹into which he went¹ ²boiled with bubbles as big as fists² therefrom. The third vat ³into which he went,³ some men might endure it and others might not. Then the boy's wrath went down.

"⁴Thereupon he came out,⁴ and his ⁵festive⁵ garments were put on him ⁶by Mugain the queen.⁶ His comeliness appeared on him ^*LL. fo. 68a. and he made a crimson wheel-ball of himself from his crown to the ground. ⁷A shout was raised at the bluish purple about him.⁷ ⁸Beautiful then was the lad⁸ ⁹that was raised up in view.⁹ Seven toes he had to each of his two feet, and seven fingers to each of his two hands, and seven pupils to each of his two kingly eyes, and seven gems of the brilliance of the eye was each separate pupil. Four spots of down on either of his two cheeks: a blue spot, a purple spot, a green spot, a yellow spot. Fifty strands of bright-yellow hair from one ear to the other, like to a comb of birch twigs or like to a brooch of pale gold in the face of the sun. A clear, white, shorn spot was upon him, as if a cow had licked it. A ¹⁰fair, laced¹⁰ green^a mantle about him; a silver pin therein ¹¹over his white breast, so that the eyes of men could not look at it for its gleam and its brightness.¹¹ A ¹²hooded¹² tunic of thread of gold about him. ¹³A magnificent, fair-coloured, dark purple shield he bore. Two hard, five-pointed spears in his hand. A diadem of gold round his head.¹³ And the lad was seated between the two feet of Conchobar, ¹⁴and that was his couch ever after,¹⁴ and the king began to stroke his close-shorn hair.

W. 1381. "A mere lad accomplished these deeds at the end of seven years after his birth," ¹continued Fiachu son of Fiarba;¹ "for he overcame heroes and battle-champions at whose hands two-thirds of the men of Ulster had fallen, and these had not got their revenge on them until that scion rose up for them. No need then is there of wonder or of surprise, though he came to the border, though he slew one man or two men or three men or four men, ²though he cut off the four-headed pole with one cut and one blow of his shining sword² when now are fulfilled his seventeen years at the time of the Táin Bó Cúalnge."

³Albeit gladness, joy and happiness was the part of the men of Ulster for that, sorrow, grief and unhappiness was the part of the men of Erin, for they knew that the little lad that had done those deeds in the time of his boyhood, it would be no wonder if he should do great deeds of valour in the time of his manhood.³

These, accordingly, are some of the youthful exploits of Cuchulain on the Raid for the Kine of Cualnge, and the Prologue of the Tale, and the Names of the Roads and the March of the Host up to this Point.

VIIc. ¹BELOW IS A SEPARATE VERSION AS FAR AS THE SLAYING OF ORLAM

"Let us fare forth now," quoth Ailill. Thereafter they reached Mag Mucceda ('the plain of the Swineherd.') Cuchulain lopped off an oak that was before him in that place and set an ogam-writing on its side. This is what was on it: 'That no one should pass by till a chariot-warrior with a chariot should overleap it.'

They pitch there their tents and proceed to leap over the oak in their chariots. Thereat thirty horses fall and thirty chariots are broken. Now, Belach Anè ('the Pass of Sport') is the name of that place forever.

They bide there till morning. Fraech ²son of Fidach² was summoned to them. "Help us, O Fraech," spake Medb; "deliver us from the strait we are in. Rise up for us to meet Cuchulain, if perchance thou wilt fight him."

Betimes in the morning, with nine men Fraech went out from thence till he arrived at Ath Fuait, when he saw the youth Cuchulain bathing in the river. "Bide here," spake Fraech to his people, "till I fight with yonder man; he is not good in the water," said he. He doffs his clothes and goes into the water to meet him. "Come not before me," cried Cuchulain; "it shall be thy death and it would grieve me to kill thee." "Nay, but I will go," answered Fraech, "so that we come together in the water, and it behoves thee to engage with me." "Settle that as seemeth thee good," 81 Cuchulain made answer. "Each of us with his arms round the other," said Fraech. They fall to wrestling for a long time in the water and Fraech is thrust under. Cuchulain brings him above again. "This time," spake Cuchulain, "wilt thou acknowledge that I saved thee?" "I will not," Fraech answered. Cuchulain thrusts him under again, so that Fraech is destroyed. He is placed on the ground. His people bear the body ¹⁰with them¹⁰ to the camp. Ath Fraeich ('Fraech's Ford') is the name of that ford for ever. All the army keen ²their² Fraech, till they see a troop of women, in green tunics standing over the corpse of Fraech son of Fidach. These women bear him into the fairy dwelling. Sid Fraeich ('Fraech's Mound') is the name of the Elfmound ever since.

Fergus leaps over the oak-stump in his ³own³ chariot ⁴and knocks off its head.⁴ ⁵According to another version,⁵ they proceed till they reach ⁶Ath Meislir.⁶ Cuchulain destroys six of them there, namely, ⁷Meislir et reliqua,⁷ ⁸the six Dungals of Irrus.⁸

They go thence to Fornocht. Medb had a whelp named Baiscnè. Cuchulain made a cast at him, so that he struck off his head. Now, Druim ('Ridge') is the name of that place ever after.¹

⁹According to another version, however, it is there that the youth who was in the chariot by the side of Medb and the pet bird were slain by the casts, but, according to this version, that happened after the slaying of Orlam.⁹

VIII. THE SLAYING OF ORLAM

W. 1393. The four grand provinces of Erin set forth on the morrow eastwards over Cronn ('the Round'), which is a mountain. Cuchulain had gone out before them, till he came upon the charioteer of Orlam son of Aililla and of Medb. This was at Tamlacht Orlaim ('Orlam's Gravestone') ¹a little to the¹ north of Disert Lochaid ('Lochat's Hermitage'). The charioteer was engaged in cutting chariot-poles from a holly-tree in the wood. ²But according to another version it is the hind pole of Cuchulain's chariot that was broken and it was to cut a pole he had gone when Orlam's charioteer came up.² ³According to this version, it was the charioteer who was cutting the pole.³

⁴Not long was the battle-victorious Hound there when he heard a sound and an uproar.⁴ "Behold, O Laeg," cried Cuchulain; "⁵who of the host of the foe have come into this land to carry off a share of cattle and booty from the province wherein they came?⁵ How bold are the ways of the Ulstermen, if it be they that cut down the woods in this fashion in the face of the men of Erin. But, ⁶check the horses and hold the chariot.⁶ Tarry thou here a little, till I know who cuts down the woods in this manner." Then Cuchulain went on till he came up to ⁷Orlam's⁷ charioteer, 83 W. 1401. ¹to stop him; he thought he was one of the men of Ulster.¹ "What dost thou here, gilla?" asked Cuchulain. "Indeed, then," answered the gilla, "I cut chariot-poles from this holm, because our chariots were broken yesterday in pursuit of that famous wildling, namely Cuchulain. And for thy manhood's sake, young warrior, pray come to my aid, so that that famous Cuchulain come not upon me." "Take thy choice, gilla," said Cuchulain, "to gather or to trim them, either." "I will see to gathering them, for it is easier," ²the gilla answered.² Cuchulain started to cut the poles and he drew them between the forks of his feet and his hands against their bends and their knots, so that he made them smooth and straight and slippery and trimmed; he polished them so that not even a midge could find footing thereon when he had passed them away from him. Then full sure the gilla gazed upon him. "Far then, meseems, from fitting is the task I put on thee. ³And for love of thy valour,³ who art thou, say, O warrior?" the gilla asked, ⁴for he was sore affrighted.⁴ "That same renowned Cuchulain am I of whom thou spakest ⁵a while ago⁵ in the morning." "Woe is me then, by reason of this," cried the gilla; "for this am I lost forever." ^*LL. fo. 68b. ⁶"Whence comest thou ⁷and who art thou⁷?" Cuchulain asked. "Charioteer am I of Orlam, Ailill's son and Medb's,"⁶ ⁸said he.⁸ ⁹"Fear nothing;⁹ I will not slay thee at all, boy," said Cuchulain; "for I slay nor charioteers nor horseboys nor persons unarmed. But, prithee, where is thy master, ¹⁰gilla¹⁰?" "Over yonder by the trench, ¹¹with his back to the pillar-stone,¹¹" answered the gilla. "Off with thee thither to him and bear him a warning that he be on his guard. For if we meet he shall fall by my hand."

W. 1419. Thereupon the charioteer repaired ¹by one way¹ to his master, ²and Cuchulain went by another,² and fast as the gilla sped to Orlam, faster still Cuchulain did reach him ³and offered him combat³ and he struck off his head, and raising it aloft displayed it to the men of Erin, ⁴and he flourished it in the presence of the host.⁴ ⁵Then he put the head on the charioteer's back and said, "Take this with thee, and so go to the camp. Unless thou goest so, a stone out of my sling will reach thee."

When the charioteer came nigh to the camp he took the head from his back and told his adventures to Ailill and Medb. "It is not the same, this exploit and the catching of birds," quoth she. "And he told me" (said the boy), "unless I brought it on my back to the camp, he would break my head with a stone."⁵ ⁶Hence Leaca Orlaim ('Orlam's Flagstones') to the north of Disert Lochaid is the name of the place where he fell. Tamlachta ('Gravestones') is another name for it, and it is for this reason it is so called because of the little gravestones and the violent deaths which Cuchulain worked on it."⁶

VIIIa. ¹THE SLAYING OF THE THREE MacARACH¹

W. 1425. Then came the three macArach on to the ford at Ard Ciannacht to encounter Cuchulain: Lon ('Ousel'), Uala ('Pride'), and Diliu ('Deluge');—Meslir ('Lir's Fosterling'), and Meslaoc ('Hero's Fosterling'), and Meslethain ('Lethan's Fosterling') were the names of their charioteers. This is why they came to engage with Cuchulain, for the deed he had done the day before they deemed past bearing, when the two sons of Nera son of Nuatar, son of Tacan, were slain at Ath Gabla ('Fork-ford'), and Orlam, Ailill's son and Medb's, was slain withal and his head displayed to the men of Erin, so that ²their desire was² to kill Cuchulain in the same manner ³in revenge for him,³ ⁴and that they should be the ones to rid the host of that pest⁴ and bring his head with them to set it aloft. They went into the wood and cut off three ⁵great⁵ white-hazel wood-strips (and put them) into the hands of their charioteers, so that the six of them might engage in battle at one and the same time with Cuchulain. Cuchulain turned on them and smote their six heads from them. Thus fell the macArach at the hands of Cuchulain, ⁶because they observed not fair fight with him. At that same time Orlam's charioteer was between Ailill and Medb. Cuchulain slung a stone at him, so that it broke his head and his brains came out over his ears. Fertedil was his name. Hence it is not true that Cuchulain slew no charioteers. Albeit he slew them not without fault.⁶

VIIIb. ¹THE COMBAT OF LETHAN AND CUCHULAIN¹

W. 1439. There came also Lethan ('the Broad') to his ford on the Nith in the land of Conalle Murthemni, to fight with Cuchulain. ²He was angered at what Cuchulain had wrought.² He came upon him at the ford. Ath Carpait ('Chariot-ford') is the name of the ford where they fought, for their chariots were broken in the combat on the ford. It is there that Mulcha, ³Lethan's charioteer,³ fell on the ⁴shoulder of the⁴ hill between the two fords, ⁵for he had offered battle and combat to Laeg son of Riangabair.⁵ Hence it is called Guala Mulchi ('Mulcha's Shoulder') ever since. It is there, too, that Cuchulain and Lethan met, and Lethan fell at Cuchulain's hands and he smote his head from his neck on the ford and left it therewith, that is, he left the head with the trunk. Wherefore the name of the ford ⁶of the Nith⁶ was called Ath Lethain ('Lethain's Ford') ever since in the district of Conalle Murthemni.

Then came ⁷unto them⁷ the Crutti Cainbili ('the Tuneful Harpers'), from Ess Ruaid in the north to amuse them, ⁸out of friendship for Ailill and Medb.⁸ They opined it was to spy upon them ⁹they were come⁹ from Ulster. ¹⁰When they came within sight of the camp of the men of Erin, fear, terror, and dread possessed them,¹⁰ and the hosts pursued 87 W. 1450. them as never men pursued, far and wide, till they escaped them in the shapes of deer near the standing stones at Lia Mor ('Great Stone') ¹in the north.¹ For though they were known as the 'Mellifluous Harpers' they were ²druids,² men of great cunning and great power of augury and magic.

VIIIc. ¹THE KILLING OF THE SQUIRREL AND OF THE TAME BIRD¹

W. 1456. Then Cuchulain made a threat ²in Methè² that wherever he saw Medb he would cast a stone at her and that it would not go far from the side of her head. That he also fulfilled. In the place where he saw Medb west of the ford he cast a stone from his sling at her, so that it killed the pet bird that was on her shoulder. Medb passed over the ford eastwards, and again he cast a stone from his sling at her east of the ford, so that it killed the tame squirrel that was on her shoulder. Hence the names of those places are still, Meide in Togmail ('Squirrel's Neck') and Meide ind Eoin ('Bird's Neck'). And Ath Srethe ('Ford of the Throw') is the name of the ford over which Cuchulain cast the stone from his sling.

³Then Reuin was drowned in his lake. Hence is Loch Reuin. "Your companion is not afar off from you," cried Ailill to the Manè. They stood up and looked around. When they sat down again, Cuchulain struck one of them so that his head was split. "It is well it was thou hast essayed that; thy^a mirth was not seemly," quoth Manè the fool; "it is I would have taken his head off." Cuchulain flung a stone at him, so that his head was split. Thus 89 these people were slain: Orlam, first of all, on his hill; the three sons of Arach^a on their ford; Fertidil in his ... (?); Maenan on his hill. "I swear by the god by whom my people swear," cried Ailill; "the man that scoffs at Cuchulain here I will make two halves of. But above all let us hasten our way by day and by night," Ailill continued, "till we come to Cualnge. That man will slay two-thirds of your host in this fashion."³

¹Then did the men of Erin deliberate about going to ravage and lay waste Mag Breg and Meath and the plain of Conall and the land of Cuchulain; and it was in the presence of Fergus macRoig they discussed it.¹

W. 1465. The four grand provinces of Erin moved out on the morrow, and began to harry the plains of Breg and Murthemne. And the sharp, keen-edged anxiety ^*LL. fo. 69a. for Cuchulain came over his fosterer Fergus. And he bade the men of Erin be on their guard that night, for that Cuchulain would come upon them. And here again he sang in his praise, as we wrote it before,^b and he uttered the lay:—

After this lay, that was the day that Donn ('the Brown Bull') of Cualnge came into the land of Marginè ¹to Sliab Culinn¹ and with him fifty heifers of the heifers ²of Ulster;² and there he was pawing and digging up the earth in that place, ³in the land of Marginè, in Cualnge;³ that is, he flung the turf over him with his heels. ⁴While the hosts were marching over Mag Breg, Cuchulain in the meanwhile laid hands on their camps.⁴ It was on the same day that the Morrigan, daughter of Ernmas, ⁵the prophetess⁵ of the fairy-folk, came ⁶in the form of a bird,⁶ and she perched on the standing-stone in Temair of Cualnge giving the Brown Bull of Cualnge warning ⁷and lamentations⁷ before the men of Erin. Then she began to address him and what she said was this: "Good, now, O luckless one, thou Brown Bull of Cualnge," so spake the Morrigan; "take heed; for the men of Erin. ⁸are on thy track and seeking thee⁸ and they will come upon thee, and ⁹if thou art taken⁹ they will carry thee away to their camp ¹⁰like any ox on a raid,¹⁰ unless thou art on thy guard." And she commenced to give warning to him in this fashion, ¹¹telling him he would be slain on the Táin, and she delivered this judgement¹¹ and spake these words aloud:^a—

"Knows not the restless Brown of the ¹²truly deadly¹² 91 W. 1502. fray that is not uncertain?—A raven's^a croak—The raven that doth not conceal—Foes range your checkered plain—¹Troops on raids¹—I have a secret—Ye shall know ... The waving fields—The deep-green grass ... and rich, soft plain—Wealth of flowers' splendour—Badb's cow-lowing—Wild the raven—Dead the men—A tale of woe—Battle-storms^b on Cualnge evermore, to the death of mighty sons—Kith looking on the death of kin!"

²When the Brown Bull of Cualnge heard those words² he moved on to Glenn na Samaisce ('Heifers' Glen') in Sliab Culinn ('Hollymount') ³in the north of Ulster,³ and fifty of his heifers with him, ⁴and his herdsman accompanied him; Forgemen was the name of the cowherd.⁴ ⁵And he threw off the thrice fifty boys who were wont to play on his back and he destroyed two-thirds of the boys.⁵ This was one of the magic virtues of the Brown Bull of Cualnge: Fifty heifers he would cover every day. These calved before that same hour on the next day and such of them that calved not ⁶at the due time⁶ burst with the calves, because they could not suffer the begetting of the Brown Bull of Cualnge. One of the magic virtues of the Brown Bull of Cualnge were the fifty ⁷grown⁷ youths who engaged in games, ⁸who⁸ on his fine back ⁹found room⁹ every evening ¹⁰to play draughts and assembly^c and leaping¹⁰; ¹¹he would not put them from him nor would he totter under them.¹¹ Another of the magic virtues of the Brown Bull of Cualnge was the hundred warriors 92 W. 1535. he screened from the heat and the cold under his shadow and shelter. Another of the magic virtues of the Brown Bull of Cualnge was that no goblin nor boggart nor sprite of the glen dared come into one and the same cantred with him. Another of the magic virtues of the Brown Bull of Cualnge was his musical lowing every evening as he returned to his haggard, his shed and his byre. It was music enough and delight for a man in the north and in the south, ¹in the east and the west,¹ and in the middle of the cantred of Cualnge, the lowing he made at even as he came to his haggard, his shed, and his byre. These, then, are some of the magic virtues of the Brown Bull of Cualnge.

Thereupon on the morrow the hosts proceeded among the rocks and dunes of the land of Conalle Murthemni. ³Cuchulain killed no one from Sailè ('the Sea') around Dorthè in the land of Conalle, until he reached Cualnge. At that time Cuchulain was in Cuincè, ²that is a mountain.² He had threatened that, where he would see Medb, he would hurl a stone at her head. It was not easy to do this, for it was thus Medb went, with half the host around her and their canopy of shields over her head.³ And Medb ordered a canopy of shields to be held over her head in order that Cuchulain might not strike her from the hills or hillocks or heights. Howbeit on that day, no killing nor attack came from Cuchulain upon the men of Erin, in the land of Murthemne among the rocks and dunes of Conalle Murthemni.

VIIId. ¹THE SLAYING OF LOCHE¹

W. 1552. The warriors of four of the five grand provinces of Erin bided their time in Redè Lochè in Cualnge and pitched camp and took quarters therein for that night. Medb bade her fair handmaiden from amongst her attendants to go for her to the river for water for drinking and washing. Lochè was the name of the maiden. Thereupon Lochè went, and fifty^a women in her train and the queen's diadem of gold on her head. And Cuchulain ²espied them and he² ³put a stone on his sling and³ cast ^*LL. fo. 69b. a stone from his ⁴staff⁴-sling at her, so that he broke the diadem of gold in three pieces and killed the maiden on her plain. Thence is Redè Lochè ('the Plain of Lochè') in Cualnge. For Cuchulain had thought, for want of acquaintance and knowledge, that it was Medb that was there.

⁵From Finnabair of Cualnge the hosts divided and set the country on fire. They gathered all their women and boys and girls and cattle in Cualnge together so that they all were in Finnabair. "Ye have not fared well," quoth Medb; "I see not the bull amongst you." "He is not in the land at all," replied every one. They summoned Lothar, the cowherd, to Medb. "Where, thinkest thou, is the bull?" she asked. "I have great fear to tell," said 94 the cowherd. "The night," said he, "that the Ulstermen fell into their 'Pains,' the Donn went and three score heifers along with him; and he is at Dubcaire Glinni Gat ('the Black Corrie of the Osier-glen')." "Rise," said Medb, "and take a withy between each two of you." And they do accordingly. Hence is the name, Glenn Gatt, of that glen.

Then they led the bull to Finnabair. In the place where the bull saw Lothar, the cowherd, he attacked him, and soon he carried his entrails out on his horns and together with his thrice fifty heifers he attacked the camp, so that fifty warriors perished. Hence this is the Tragical Death of Lothar on the Táin ¹and the Finding of the Bull according to this version.¹ ²Thereafter the bull went from them away from the camp and they knew not whither he had gone from them and they were ashamed. Medb asked the cowherd if he might know where the bull was. "I trow he is in the wilds of Sliab Culinn."² Then they turned back ravaging Cualnge and they found not the bull there.⁵

VIIIe. ¹THE KILLING OF UALA¹

W. 1563. ²Early² on the morrow the hosts continued their way ³to lay waste the plain of Murthemne and to sack Mag Breg and Meath and Machaire Conaill ('Conall's Plain') and the land of Cualnge. It was then that the streams and rivers of Conalle Murthemni rose to the tops of the trees, and the streams of the Cronn rose withal, until the hosts arrived at Glaiss Cruinn ('Cronn's Stream').³ And they attempted the stream and failed to cross it ⁴because of the size of its waves,⁴ ⁵so that they slept on its bank.⁵ And Cluain Carpat ('Chariot-meadow') is the name of the first place where they reached it. This is why Cluain Carpat is the name of that place, because of the hundred^a chariots which the river carried away from them to the sea. Medb ordered her people that one of the warriors should go try the river. And ⁶on the morrow⁶ there arose a great, stout, ⁷wonderful⁷ warrior of the ⁸particular⁸ people of Medb ⁹and Ailill,⁹ Uala by name, and he took on his back a massy rock, ¹⁰to the end that Glaiss Cruinn might not carry him back.¹⁰ And he went to essay the stream, and the stream threw him back dead, lifeless, with his 96 W. 1571. stone on his back ¹and so he was drowned.¹ Medb ordered that he be lifted ²out of the river then² ³by the men of Erin³ and his grave dug ⁴and his keen made⁴ and his stone raised ⁵over his grave,⁵ so that it is thence Lia Ualann ('Uala's Stone') ⁶on the road near the stream⁶ in the land of Cualnge.

Cuchulain clung close to the hosts that day provoking them to encounter and combat. ⁷Four and seven score kings fell at his hands at that same stream,⁷ and he slew a hundred of their ⁸armed,⁸ ⁹kinglike⁹ warriors around Roen and Roi, the two chroniclers of the Táin. ¹⁰This is the reason the account of the Táin was lost and had to be sought afterwards for so long a time.¹⁰

Medb called upon her people to go meet Cuchulain in encounter and combat ¹¹for the sake of the hosts.¹¹ "It will not be I," and "It will not be I," spake each and every one from his place. "No caitiff is due from my people. Even though one should be due, it is not I would go to oppose Cuchulain, for no easy thing is it to do battle with him."

¹²When they had failed to find the Donn Cualnge,¹² the hosts kept their way along the river ¹³around the river Cronn to its source,¹³ being unable to cross it, till they reached the place where the river rises out of the mountains, and, had they wished it, they would have gone between the river and the mountain, but Medb would not allow it, so they had to dig and hollow out the mountain. 97 W. 1585. before her in order ¹that their trace might remain there forever and¹ that it might be for a shame and reproach to Ulster.

²They tarried there three days and three nights till they had dug out the earth before them.² And Bernais ('the Gap') of the ⁴Foray of Medb and the Gap of the⁴ Foray of Cualnge is another name for the place ever since, for it is through it the drove afterwards passed. ³There Cuchulain killed Cronn and Coemdele and ...³

The warriors of the four grand provinces of Erin pitched camp and took quarters that night at Belat Aileain ('the Island's Crossway'). Belat Aileain was its name up to then, but Glenn Tail ('Glen of Shedding') is henceforth its name because of the abundance of curds and of milk ⁵and of new warm milk⁵ which the droves of cattle and the flocks ⁶of the land of Conalle and Murthemne⁶ yielded there ⁷that night⁷ for the men of Erin. And Liasa Liac ('Stone Sheds') is another name for it ⁸to this day,⁸ and it is for this it bears that name, for it is there that the men of Erin raised cattle-stalls and byres for their herds and droves ⁹between Cualnge and Conalle.⁹ ¹⁰Botha is still another name for it, for the men of Erin erected bothies and huts there.¹⁰

The four of the five grand provinces of Erin took up the march until they reached the Sechair ¹¹in the west on the morrow.¹¹ Sechair was the name of the river hitherto; Glaiss Gatlaig ('Osier-water') is its name henceforward. ¹²And Glaiss Gatlaig rose up against them.¹² Now this is the reason it had that name, for it was in osiers and ropes that the men of Erin brought 98 W. 1599. their flocks and droves over across it, and the entire host let their osiers and ropes drift with the stream after crossing. Hence the name, Glaiss Gatlaig. ¹Then they slept at Druim Fenè in Conalle. These then are their stages from Cualnge to the plain (of Conalle Murthemni) according to this version. Other authors ²of this Work² and other books aver that they followed another way on their journeyings from Finnabair to Conalle.¹

VIIIf. ¹THE HARRYING OF CUALNGE FOLLOWETH HERE BELOW¹

²After every one had come with their spoils and they were all gathered in Finnabair of Cualnge, Medb spake: "Let the camp be divided here," said Medb; "the foray cannot be caried on by a single road. Let Ailill with half his force go by Midluachair. We and Fergus will go by Bernas Bo Ulad ('the Pass of the Cattle of Ulster')." "Not fair is the part that has fallen to us of the force," said Fergus; "the cattle cannot be driven over the mountain without dividing." This then is done. Hence cometh Bernas Bo Ulad ('the Pass of the Cattle of Ulster').

Then spake Ailill to his charioteer Cuillius: "Find out for me to-day Medb and Fergus. I wot not what hath led them to keep thus together. I would fain have a token from thee." Cuillius went where Medb and Fergus wantoned. The pair dallied behind while the warriors continued their march. Cuillius stole near them and they perceived not the spy. It happened that Fergus' sword lay close by him. Cuillius drew it from its sheath and left the sheath empty. Then Cuillius betook himself to Ailill. "Well?" said Ailill. "Well, then," replied ³Cuillius;³ "thou knowest the signification of this token. As thou hast thought," continued Cuillius, "it is thus I discovered them, 100 lying together." "It is so, then." Each of them laughs, at the other. "It is well so," said Ailill; "she had no choice; to win his help on the Táin she hath done it. Keep the sword carefully by thee," said Ailill; "put it beneath thy seat in the chariot and a linen cloth wrapped round it."

When Fergus got up to take his sword, "Alas!" cried he. "What aileth thee?" Medb asked. "An ill deed have I done Ailill," said he. "Wait thou here till I come out of the wood," said Fergus, "and wonder not though it be long till I come." It happened that Medb knew not of the loss of the sword. Fergus went out taking his charioteer's sword with him in his hand, and he fashioned a sword from a tree in the wood. Hence is Fid Mor Thruailli ('Great Scabbard-Wood') in Ulster.

"Let us hasten after our comrades," said Fergus. The forces of all came together in the plain. They raised their tents. Fergus was summoned to Ailill for a game of chess. When Fergus entered the tent Ailill laughed at him.^a

Cuchulain came so that he was before Ath Cruinn ('the Ford of the Cronn'). "O master Laeg," he cried to his driver, "here are the hosts for us." "I swear by the gods," said the charioteer, "I will do a mighty feat in the eyes of chariot-fighters, in quick spurring-on of the slender steeds; with yokes of silver and golden wheels shall they be urged on (?) in triumph. Thou shalt ride before heads of kings. The steeds I guide will bring victory with their bounding." "Take heed, O Laeg," said Cuchulain; "hold the reins for the great triumph of Macha, that the horses drag thee not over the mass at the ... (?) of a woman. 101 Let us go over the straight plain of these ... (?). I call on the waters to help me," cried Cuchulain. "I beseech heaven and earth and the Cronn above all."

Manè son of Ailill and Medb marched in advance of the rest. Cuchulain slew him on the ford and thirty horsemen of his people were drowned. Again Cuchulain laid low twice sixteen warriors of theirs near the stream. The warriors of Erin pitched their tents near the ford. Lugaid son of Nos ¹grandson of Lomarc¹ Allcomach went to parley with Cuchulain. Thirty horsemen were with him. "Welcome to thee, O Lugaid," cried Cuchulain. "Should a flock of birds graze upon the plain of Murthemne, thou shalt have a wild goose with half the other. Should fish come to the falls or to the bays, thou shalt have a salmon with as much again. Thou shalt have the three sprigs, even a sprig of cresses, a sprig of laver, and a sprig of sea-grass; there will be a man to take thy place at the ford." "This welcome is truly meant," replied Lugaid; "the choice of people for the youth whom I desire!" "Splendid are your hosts," said Cuchulain. "It will be no misfortune," said Lugaid, "for thee to stand up alone before them." "True courage and valour have I," Cuchulain made answer. "Lugaid, my master," said Cuchulain, "do the hosts fear me?" "By the god," Lugaid made answer, "I swear that no one man of them nor two men dares make water outside the camp unless twenty or thirty go with him." "It will be something for them," said Cuchulain, "if I begin to 102 cast from my sling. He will be fit for thee, O Lugaid, this companion thou hast in Ulster, ¹if the men oppose me one by one.¹ Say, then, what wouldst thou?" asked Cuchulain. "A truce with my host." "Thou shalt have it, provided there be a token therefor. And tell my master Fergus that there shall be a token on the host. Tell the leeches that there shall be a token on the host, and let them swear to preserve my life and let them provide me each night with provision."

Lugaid went from him. It happened that Fergus was in the tent with Ailill. Lugaid called him out and reported that (proposal of Cuchulain's) to him. Then Ailill was heard:^a

"I swear by the god, I cannot," said ³Fergus,³ "unless I ask the lad. Help me, O Lugaid," said Fergus. "Do thou go to him, to see whether Ailill with a division may come to me to my company. Take him an ox with salt pork and a keg of wine." Thereupon Lugaid goes to Cuchulain and tells him that. "'Tis the same to me whether he go," said Cuchulain. Then the two hosts unite. They remain there till night, ⁴or until they spend thirty nights there.⁴ Cuchulain destroyed thirty of their warriors with his sling. "Your journeyings will be ill-starred," said Fergus (to Medb and Ailill); "the men of Ulster will come out of their 'Pains' and will grind you down to the earth and the gravel. Evil is the battle-corner wherein we are." He proceeds to Cul Airthir ('the Eastern Nook'). Cuchulain slays thirty of their heroes on Ath Duirn ('Ford of the Fist'). Now they could not reach Cul Airthir till night. Cuchulain killed 103 thirty of their men there and they raised their tents in that place. In the morning Ailill's charioteer, Cuillius to wit, was washing the wheel-bands in the ford. Cuchulain struck him with a stone so that he killed him. Hence is Ath Cuillne ('Ford of Destruction') in Cul Airthir.'²

IX. THE PROPOSALS

W. 1603. The four grand provinces of Erin proceeded till they pitched camp and took quarters in Druim En ('Birds' Ridge') in the land of Conalle Murthemni, ¹and they slept there¹ that night, ²as we said before,² and Cuchulain held himself at Ferta Illergaib ('the Burial-mound on the Slopes') hard by them that night, and he, Cuchulain, shook, brandished and flourished his weapons that night. ³Every night of the three nights they were there he made casts from his sling at them, from Ochaine nearby,³ so that one hundred warriors of the host perished of fright and fear and dread of Cuchulain. ⁴"Not long will our host endure in this way with Cuchulain," quoth Ailill.⁴ Medb called upon Fiachu son of Ferfebè of the Ulstermen to go parley with Cuchulain, to come to some terms with him. "What terms shall be given him?" asked Fiachu son of Ferfebè. "Not hard to answer," Medb replied: "He shall be recompensed ⁵for the loss of his lands and estates,⁵ for whosoever has been slain of the Ulstermen, so that it be paid to him as the men of Erin adjudge ⁶according to the will of the Ulstermen and of Fergus and of the nobles of the men of Erin who are in this camp and encampment.⁶ Entertainment shall be his at all times in Cruachan; wine and 105 W. 1614. mead shall be poured ^*LL. fo. 70a. out for him. ¹He shall have from the plain of Ai the equal of the plain of Murthemne and the best chariot that is in Ai and the equipment of twelve men. Offer, if it please him more, the plain wherein he was reared and thrice seven bondmaids.¹ And he shall come into my service and Ailill's, for that is more seemly for him than to be in the service of the lordling with whom he is, ²even of Conchobar son of Fachtna Fathatch.²

Accordingly this was the greatest word of scorn and insult spoken on the Cow-Raid of Cualnge, to make a lordling of the best king of a province in Erin, even of Conchobar.

Then came Fiachu son of Ferfebè to converse with Cuchulain. Cuchulain bade him welcome. "³Welcome thy coming and thine arrival, O Fiachu," said Cuchulain.³ "I regard that welcome as truly meant," ⁴said Fiachu.⁴ "It is truly meant for thee" ⁵replied Cuchulain⁵; "⁶and thou shalt have a night of hospitality this night." "Victory and a blessing attend thee, O fosterling," replied Fiachu. "Not for hospitality am I come, but⁶ to parley with thee am I come from Medb, ⁷and to bring thee terms."⁷ "What hast thou brought with thee?" "Thou shalt be recompensed for whatsoever was destroyed of Ulster which shall be paid thee as best the men of Erin adjudge. Entertainment shalt thou enjoy in Cruachan; wine and mead shall be poured out for thee and thou shalt enter the service of Ailill and Medb, for that is more seemly for thee than to be in the service of the lordling with whom thou art." "Nay, of a truth," answered Cuchulain, "I would not sell my mother's brother^a for any other king!" "Further," ⁸continued Fiachu,⁸ "that 106 W. 1627. thou comest to-morrow to a tryst with Medb and Fergus in Glenn Fochaine.

¹Therewith Fiachu left behind a wish for long life and health with Cuchulain.¹

Accordingly, early on the morrow, Cuchulain set forth for Glenn Fochaine. Likewise Medb and Fergus went to meet him. And Medb looked narrowly at Cuchulain, and her spirit chafed her at him that day, for no bigger than the bulk of a stripling did he seem to her. "Is that yonder the renowned Cuchulain thou speakest of, O Fergus?" asked Medb, ²"of whom it is said amongst ye Ulstermen that there is not in Erin a warrior for whom he is not a match and mighty combat?" "Not in Erin alone, did we say," Fergus made answer; "but there is not in the world a warrior for whom he is not a match and mighty combat."² And Medb began to address Fergus and she made this lay:—

"Accost Cuchulain, O Fergus," said Medb. "Nay, then," quoth Fergus, "but do thou accost him thyself, for ye are not asunder here in the valley, in Glenn Fochaine." 107 W. 1653. And Medb began to address Cuchulain and she made a lay, ¹to which he responded:¹

When this lay was finished, Cuchulain accepted none of the terms which she had offered. In such wise they parted in the valley and withdrew in equal anger on the one side and on the other.

The warriors of four of the five grand provinces of Erin pitched camp and took quarters for three days and three nights at Druim En ('Birds' Ridge') in Conalle Murthemni, but neither huts nor tents did they set up, nor did they 108 W. 1688. engage in feasts or repasts, nor sang they songs nor carols those three nights. And Cuchulain destroyed a hundred of their warriors every night ere the bright hour of sunrise on the morrow.

LL. fo. 70b. "Our hosts will not last long in this fashion," said Medb, "if Cuchulain slays a hundred of our warriors every night. Wherefore is a proposal not made to him and do we not parley with him?" "What might the proposal be?" asked Ailill. "Let the cattle that have milk be given to him and the captive women from amongst our booty. And he on his side shall check his staff-sling from the men of Erin and give leave to the hosts to sleep, ¹even though he slay them by day."¹ "Who shall go with that proposal?" Ailill asked. "Who," answered Medb, "but macRoth the ²chief² runner!" "Nay, but I will not go," said macRoth, "for I am in no way experienced and know not where Cuchulain may be, ³and even though I should meet him, I should not know him.³" "Ask Fergus," quoth Medb; "like enough he knows ⁴where he is.⁴" "Nay, then, I know it not," answered Fergus; "but I trow he is ⁵in the snow⁵ between Fochain and the sea, taking the wind and the sun after his sleeplessness last night, killing and slaughtering the host single handed." And so it truly was. ⁶Then on that errand to Delga macRoth set forth, the messenger of Ailill and Medb. He it is that circles Erin in one day. There it is that Fergus opined that Cuchulain would be, in Delga.⁶

Heavy snow fell that night so that all the ⁷five⁷ provinces of Erin were a white plane with the snow. And Cuchulain doffed the seven-score waxed, boardlike tunics which were used to be held under cords and strings next his skin, in order that his sense might not be deranged when 109 W. 1709. the fit of his fury came on him. And the snow melted for thirty feet all around him, because of the intensity of the warrior's heat and the warmth of Cuchulain's body. And the gilla ¹remained a good distance from him for he¹ could not endure to remain near him because of the might of his rage and the warrior's fury and the heat of his body. "A single warrior approacheth, O Cuchulain," cried Laeg ²to Cuchulain.² "What manner of warrior is he?" asked Cuchulain. "A brown, broad-faced, handsome fellow; ³a yellow head of hair and a linen ornament round it³; a splendid, brown, ⁴hooded⁴ cloak, ⁵with red ornamentation,⁵ about him; a fine, bronze pin in his cloak; a leathern three-striped doublet next his skin; two gapped shoes between his two feet and the ground; a white-hazel dog-staff in one of his hands; a single-edged sword with ornaments of walrus-tooth on its hilt in the other. "Good, O gilla," quoth Cuchulain, "these be the tokens of a herald. One of the heralds of Erin is he to bring me message and offer of parley."

Now was macRoth arrived at the place where Laeg was, "⁶How now⁶! What is thy title as vassal, O gilla? "macRoth asked. "Vassal am I to the youth up yonder," the gilla made answer. MacRoth came to the place where Cuchulain was. ⁷Cuchulain was sitting in the snow there up to his two hips with nothing about him ... his mantle.⁷ "⁸How now⁸! What is thy name as vassal, O warrior?" asked macRoth. "Vassal am I to Conchobar son of Fachtna Fathach, ⁹son of the High King of this province."⁹ "Hast not something, ¹⁰a name¹⁰ more special than that?" "Tis enough for the nonce," answered Cuchulain. "Haply, thou knowest where I might find that famous Cuchulain of whom the men 110 W. 1729. of Erin clamour now on this foray?" "What wouldst thou say to him that thou wouldst not to me?" asked Cuchulain. "To parley with him am I come on the part of Ailill and Medb, with terms and friendly intercourse for him." "What terms hast thou brought with thee for him?" "The milch-kine and the bondwomen of the booty he shall have, and for him to hold back his staff-sling from the hosts, for not pleasant is the thunder-feat he works every evening upon them." "Even though the one thou seekest were really at hand, he would not accept the proposals thou askest." "¹How so, then," said macRoth¹; "for the Ulstermen, as amends for their honour and in reprisal for injuries and satires and hindrances ²and for bands of troops and marauders,² will kill ³for meat in the winter³ the milch-cows ye have captured, should they happen to have no yeld cattle. And, what is more, they will bring their bondwomen to bed to them, and thus will grow up a base progeny on the side of the mothers in the land of Ulster, ⁴and loath I am to leave after me such a disgrace on the men of Ulster.⁴

MacRoth went his way back ⁵to the camp of the men of Erin to where Ailill and Medb and Fergus were.⁵ "What! Didst thou not find him?" Medb asked. "Verily, ⁶I know not, but⁶ I found a surly, angry, hateful, wrathful gilla ⁷in the snow⁷ betwixt Fochain and the sea. Sooth to say, I know not if he were Cuchulain." "Hath he accepted these proposals ⁸from thee?"⁸ "Nay then, he hath not." And macRoth related ⁹unto them all his answer,⁹ the reason why he did not accept them. "It was he himself with whom thou spakest," said Fergus.

"Another offer shall be made him," said Medb. "What is the offer?" asked Ailill. "There shall be given to him 111 W. 1747. the yeld cattle and the noblest of the captive women of the booty, and his sling shall be checked from the hosts, for not pleasant is the thunder-feat he works on them every evening." "Who should go make this covenant?" ¹said they.¹ "Who but macRoth ²the king's envoy,"² ³said every one.³ "Yea, I will go," said macRoth, "because this time I know him."

⁴Thereupon⁴ macRoth ⁵arose and⁵ came to parley with Cuchulain. "To parley with thee am I come this time ⁶with other terms,⁶ for I wis it is thou art the renowned Cuchulain." "What hast thou brought with thee now?" ⁷Cuchulain asked.⁷ "What is dry of the kine and what is noblest of the captives ⁸shalt thou get,⁸ and hold thy staff-sling ^*LL. fo. 71a. from the men of Erin and suffer the men of Erin to go to sleep, for not pleasant is the thunder-feat thou workest upon them every evening." "I accept not that offer, because, as amends for their honour, the Ulstermen will kill the dry cattle. For the men of Ulster are honourable men and they would remain wholly without dry kine and milch-kine. They would bring their free women ye have captured to the querns and to the kneading-troughs and into bondage and ⁹other⁹ serfdom ¹⁰besides.¹⁰ ¹¹This would be a disgrace.¹¹ Loath I should be to leave after me this shame in Ulster, that slave-girls and bondmaids should be made of the daughters of kings and princes of Ulster." "Is there any offer at all thou wilt accept this time?" ¹²said macRoth¹² "Aye, but there is," answered Cuchulain. "Then wilt thou tell me the offer?" asked macRoth. "By my word," Cuchulain made answer, "'tis not I that will tell you." "It is a question, then," said macRoth. "If there be among you in the camp," said Cuchulain, "one that knows the terms I demand, let 112 W. 1766. him inform you, ¹and I will abide thereby."¹ "And if there be not?"² said macRoth. "If there be not," said Cuchulain,² "let no one come near me any more with offers or with friendly intercourse ³or concerning aught other injunction,³ for, whosoever may come, it will be the term of his life!"

MacRoth came back ⁴to the camp and station of the men of Erin, to where Ailill, Medb, and Fergus were,⁴ and Medb asked his tidings. "Didst thou find him?" Medb asked. "In truth, I found him," macRoth replied. "Hath he accepted ⁵the terms?"⁵ "He hath not accepted," replied macRoth. "⁶How so;" said Ailill,⁶ "is there an offer he will accept?" "There is one, he said," ⁷answered macRoth.⁷ "Hath he made known to thee this offer?" "This is his word," said macRoth, "that he himself would not disclose it to ye." "'Tis a question, then," said Medb. "But" (macRoth continued), "should there be one in our midst that knows his terms, that one would tell it to me." "And if there be not," ⁸said Ailill. "And if there be not,"⁸ (answered macRoth), "let no one go seek him any more. But, there is one thing I promise ⁹thee,"⁹ said macRoth; "even though the kingdom of Erin were ¹⁰given me¹⁰ for it, I for one would not go ¹¹on these same legs to that place¹¹ to parley with him ¹²again."¹² ¹³"Belike, Fergus knows," quoth Ailill.¹³ Therewith Medb looked at Fergus. "What are the terms yonder man demands, O Fergus? "Medb asked. ¹⁴"I know what the man meant to disclose.¹⁴ I see no advantage at all for ye in the terms he demands," Fergus replied. "¹⁵But¹⁵ what are those terms?" asked Medb. "¹⁶Not difficult to say," replied Fergus.¹⁶ "That a single champion of 113 W. 1782. the men of Erin ¹be sent¹ to fight ²and contend² with him every day. The while he slayeth that man, the army will be permitted to continue its march. Then, when he will have slain that man, another warrior shall be sent to meet him on the ford. Either that, or the men of Erin shall halt and camp there till sunrise's bright hour in the morning. ³And, by the ford whereon his single-handed battle and fight takes place, the cattle shall not be taken by day or by night, to see if there come to him help from the men of Ulster. And I wonder," continued Fergus, "how long it will be till they come out of their 'Pains.'³ ⁴Whatever Ulstermen are injured or wounded nearby him, your leeches shall heal them and ye shall not be paid for the price of their healing. Whatever daughter of kings or of princes of the men of Erin shall love him, ye shall bring her to him together with her purchase and bride-price.⁴ And further, Cuchulain's food and clothing shall be provided by you, ⁵so long as he will be⁵ on this expedition." ⁶"Good, O Fergus,"⁶ asked Ailill,^a ⁷"will he abate aught of these terms?" "In sooth, will he," replied Fergus; "namely, he will not exact to be fed and clothed by you, but of himself will provide food and clothing."⁷

"By our conscience," said Ailill, "this is a grievous proposal." "What he asks is good," replied Medb; "and he shall obtain those terms, for we deem it easier to bear that he should have one of our warriors every day than a hundred every night." "Who will go and make known those terms to Cuchulain?" "Who, then, but Fergus?" replied Medb. "⁸Come now, O Fergus," said Medb; "take upon thee to fulfil and make good those terms to him."⁸ "Nevermore!" said Fergus. "Why not?" asked Ailill. ⁹"I fear ye will not make true and fulfil them for 114 W. 1792. me." "They will truly be fulfilled," said Medb.⁹ (Then said Fergus:) "Bonds and covenants, pledges and bail shall be given for abiding by those terms and for their fulfilment towards Cuchulain." "I abide by it," said Medb, and she fast bound Fergus to them in like manner.

X. ¹THE VIOLENT DEATH OF ETARCUMUL¹

W. 1798. Fergus' horses were brought and his chariot was hitched ²and Fergus set forth on that errand.² And two horses were brought for Etarcumul son of Fid and of Lethrinn, a soft youth of the people of Medb and of Ailill. ³Now Etarcumul followed Fergus.³ "Whither goest thou?" Fergus demanded. "We go with thee," Etarcumul made answer. ⁴"And why goest thou with me?" asked Fergus.⁴ "To behold the form and appearance of Cuchulain, and to gaze upon him, ⁵for he is unknown to me."⁵ "Wilt thou do my bidding," said Fergus, "thou wilt in no wise go thither." "Why shall I not, pray?" ⁶"I would not have thee go," said Fergus; "and it is not out of hatred of thee, only I should be loath to have combat between thee and Cuchulain.⁶ Thy light-heartedness, ⁷thy haughtiness and thy pride⁷ and thine overweeningness (I know), but (I also know) the fierceness and valour and hostility, the ⁸violence and vehemence⁸ of the youth against whom thou goest, ⁹even Cuchulain.⁹ And methinks ye will have contention before ye part. ¹⁰No good will come from your meeting."¹⁰ "Art thou not able to come between us ¹¹to protect me?"¹¹ 116 W. 1806. "I am, to be sure," Fergus answered, "provided thou thyself seek not the combat¹ and treat not what he says with contempt."¹ "I will not seek it," ²said Etarcumul,² "till the very day of doom!"

Then they went their ways ³in two chariots to Delga,³ to come up to Cuchulain where Cuchulain was between Fochain and the sea. ⁴There it is that he was that day, with his back to the pillar-stone at Crich Rois,⁴ playing draughts with Laeg, ⁵to wit, his charioteer.⁵ ⁶The back of his head was turned towards them that approached and Laeg faced them.⁶ And not a ⁷living⁷ thing entered the ⁸entire⁸ plain without Laeg perceiving it and, notwithstanding, he continued to win every other game of draughts from Cuchulain. "A lone warrior cometh towards us ⁹over the plain,⁹ ¹⁰my master¹⁰ Cucuc," spake Laeg. "What manner of warrior?" queried Cuchulain. ¹¹"A fine, large chariot is there," said he.¹¹ ¹²"But what sort of chariot?"¹² "As large as one of the chief mountains that are highest on a great plain appears to me ^*LL. fo. 71b. the chariot that is under the warrior; ¹³and I would liken to the battlements of one of the vast, royal seats of the province the chariot that is in the trappings of those horses;¹³ as large as one of the noble trees on a main fort's green meseems the curly, tressed, fair-yellow, all-golden hair hanging loose around the man's head; a purple mantle fringed with thread of gold ¹⁴wrapped¹⁴ around him; a golden, ornamented brooch in the mantle ¹⁵over his breast;¹⁵ ¹⁶a bright-shining, hooded shirt, with red embroidery of red gold trussed up on his white 117 W. 1819. skin;¹⁶ a broad and grey-shafted lance, ¹perforated from mimasc^a to 'horn,'¹ flaming red in his hand; over him, a bossed, plaited shield, ²curved, with an engraved edge of silvered bronze,² ³with applied ornaments of red gold thereon,³ and a boss of red gold; a lengthy sword, as long as the oar⁴ of a huge currach ⁵on a wild, stormy night,⁵ ⁶resting on the two thighs⁶ of the great haughty warrior that is within the chariot.⁴"

"Holla! Welcome the coming of this guest to us!" cried Cuchulain. "We know the man; it is my master Fergus that cometh hither. ⁷Empty is the great paddle that my master Fergus carries," said Cuchulain; "for there is no sword in its sheath but a sword of wood. For I have heard," Cuchulain continued, "that Ailill got a chance at him and Medb as they lay, and he took away Fergus' sword from him and gave it to his charioteer to take care of, and the sword of wood was put into its sheath."⁷

"Yet another single chariot-fighter I see coming towards us. With fulness of skill and beauty and splendour his horses speed." ⁸"A young, tender gilla in armour is in the chariot.⁸" "One of the youths of the men of Erin is he, O my master Laeg," responded Cuchulain. "To scan my appearance and form is that man come, for I am renowned amongst them in the midst of their camp, ⁹and they know me not at all."⁹

Fergus came up ¹⁰to where Cuchulain was¹⁰ and he sprang from the chariot, and Cuchulain bade him ¹¹a hearty¹¹ welcome. ¹²"Welcome to thine arrival and thy coming, O my master Fergus!" cried Cuchulain; "and a night's 118 W. 1831. lodging shalt thou have here this night."¹² ¹"Thy hospitality and eke thy welcome¹ I take for true," Fergus responded. "Verily, it is truly meant for thee," said Cuchulain; "for comes there a brace of birds into the plain, thou shalt have a wild goose with half the other. If fish rise to the river-mouths, ²to the stones or waterfalls,² thou shalt have a salmon with as much again. Thou shalt have a handful of watercress and a handful of sea-grass and a handful of laver ³and a drink from the sand³ ⁴afterwards.⁴ If thou hast a fight or combat ⁵with warrior before thee,⁵ I myself will go in thy stead to the ford. ⁶I will bear the fight that thou mayest return safe to the camp and the fort of the men of Erin on the morrow,⁶ ⁷and thou shalt lie on a litter of fresh rushes till heavy sleep and slumber come on thee,⁷ ⁸and I will watch and guard thee as long as thou sleepest."⁸ "Well, then, ⁹mayest thou have victory and blessing, O fosterling," said Fergus.⁹ "We know of what sort is thy hospitality on this occasion, on the Cow-spoil of Cualnge. ¹⁰But, not to claim that are we come,¹⁰ ¹¹a night's hospitality of thee, but to fulfil and make good the terms thou askest.¹¹ As for this compact which thou hast asked of the men of Erin, single-handed combat with one man, thou shalt have it. It is for that I am come, to bind thee thereto, and do thou take it upon thee." "I pledge myself truly," said Cuchulain, ¹³provided fair play and single-handed combat be granted to me.¹³ "And, O, my master Fergus, ¹⁴do thou take upon thee the pact," said Cuchulain. "I bind myself to it," replied Fergus.¹⁴ 119 W. 1841. And no longer than that did he remain in parley, lest the men of Erin should say they were betrayed or deserted by Fergus for his disciple. Fergus' two horses were brought and his chariot was harnessed and he went back.

Etarcumul tarried behind gazing for a long time at Cuchulain. "At what starest thou, gilla?" asked Cuchulain. "I look at thee," said Etarcumul. "In truth then, thou hast not far to look," said Cuchulain. ¹"There is no need of straining thine eye for that; not far from thee within sight, thine eye seeth what is not smaller than I nor bigger.¹ If thou but knewest how angered is the little creature thou regardest, myself, to wit! And how then do I appear unto thee gazing upon me?" "Thou pleasest me as thou art; a comely, ²shapely,² wonderful, beautiful youth thou art, with brilliant, striking, various feats. Yet as for rating thee where goodly warriors are or forward youths or heroes of bravery or sledges of destruction, we count thee not nor consider thee at all. ³I know not why thou shouldst be feared by any one. I behold nothing of terror or fearfulness or of the overpowering of a host in thee. So, a comely youth with arms of wood and with showy feats is all thou art!"³ ⁴"Though thou revilest me,"⁴ said Cuchulain, "it is a surety for thee that thou camest from the camp under the protection of Fergus, ⁵as thou well knowest.⁵ For the rest, I swear by my gods whom I worship, were it not for the honour of Fergus, it would be only bits of thy bones and shreds of thy limbs, ⁶thy reins drawn and thy quarters scattered⁶ that would be brought back to the camp ⁷behind thy horses and chariot!"⁷ "But threaten me no longer 120 W. 1858. in this wise, ¹Cuchulain¹!" ²cried Etarcumul;² "for the ³wonderful³ terms thou didst exact of the men of Erin, ⁴that fair play and⁴ combat with one man ⁵should be granted thee,⁵ none other of the men of Erin but mine own self will come to-morrow ⁶at morn's early hour on the ford⁶ to attack thee."

"Come out, then," ⁷said Cuchulain,⁷ "and howso early thou comest, thou wilt find me here. I will not fly before thee. ⁸Before no man have I put foot in flight till now on the Plunder of the Kine of Cualnge and neither will I fly before thee!"⁸

Etarcumul returned ⁹from Methè and Cethè,⁹ and began to talk with his driver. "I must needs fight with Cuchulain to-morrow, gilla," said Etarcumul, ¹⁰"for I gave my word to go."¹⁰ "'Tis true, thou didst," quoth the charioteer. ^*LL. fo. 72a. "Howbeit, I know not wilt thou fulfil it." "But what is better ¹¹for us,¹¹ to fulfil it to-morrow or forthwith to-night?" "To our thinking," said the gilla, "albeit no victory is to be won by fighting to-morrow, there is still less to be gained by fighting to-night, for thy combat ¹²and hurt¹² is the nearer." "¹³Be that as it may," said he¹³; "turn the ¹⁴horses and¹⁴ chariot back again ¹⁵from the hill¹⁵ for us, gilla, ¹⁶till we go to the ford of combat,¹⁶ for I swear by the gods whom I worship, I will not return ¹⁷to the camp¹⁷ till the end of life and time, till I bring with me the head of that young wildling, ¹⁸even¹⁸ the head of Cuchulain, for a trophy!"

The charioteer wheeled the chariot again towards the 121 W. 1871. ford. They brought the left^a board to face the pair in a line with the ford. Laeg marked ¹this and he cried¹ ²to Cuchulain²: ("Wist thou) the last chariot-fighter that was here a while ago, O Cucuc?" "What of him?" asked Cuchulain. "He has brought his left board towards us in the direction of the ford." "It is Etarcumul, O gilla, who seeks me in combat. ³I owe no refusal,³ but far from pleased am I thereat ⁴that he should come and seek combat of me. And unwelcome is his coming,⁴ because of the honour of my foster-father ⁵Fergus⁵ under whom he came forth from the camp ⁶of the men of Erin.⁶ But not that I would protect him do I thus. Fetch me my arms, gilla, to the ford. ⁷Bring me my horse and my chariot after me.⁷ I deem it no honour for myself if ⁸the fellow⁸ reaches the ford before me." And straightway Cuchulain betook himself to the ford, and he bared his sword over his fair, well-knit spalls and he was ready on the ford to await Etarcumul.

Then, too, came Etarcumul. "What seekest thou, gilla?" demanded Cuchulain. "Battle with thee I seek," replied Etarcumul. "Hadst thou been advised by me," said Cuchulain, "thou wouldst never have come. ⁹I do not desire what thou demandest of me.⁹ ¹⁰I have no thought of fighting or contending with thee, Etarcumul.¹⁰ Because of the honour of Fergus under whom thou camest out of the camp ¹¹and station of the men of Erin,¹¹ and not because I would spare thee, do I behave thus." ¹²"Thou hast no choice but to fight," replied Etarcumul.¹² Thereupon Cuchulain gave him a long-blow whereby 122 W. 1886. he cut away the sod that was under the soles of his feet, so that he was stretched out like a sack on his back, and ¹his limbs in the air¹ and the sod on his belly. Had Cuchulain wished it it is two pieces he might have made of him. ²"Hold, fellow.² Off with thee now, for I have given thee warning. ³It mislikes me to cleanse my hands in thee. I would have cloven thee into many parts long since but for Fergus."³ "I will not go. We will fight on," said Etarcumul. Cuchulain dealt him a well-aimed edge-stroke. ⁴With the edge of his sword⁴ he sheared the hair from him from poll to forehead, from one ear to the other, as if it were with a light, keen razor he had been shorn. ⁵Not a scratch of his skin gave blood.⁵ ⁶"Hold, fellow.⁶ Get thee home now," said Cuchulain, "for a laughing-stock I have made of thee." "I go not," ⁷rejoined Etarcumul.⁷ "We will fight to the end, till I take thy head and thy spoils and boast over thee, or till thou takest my head and my spoils and boastest over me!" "So let it be, what thou saidst last, that it shall be. I will take thy head and thy spoils and boast over thee!" ⁸When now the churl became troublesome and persistent,⁸ Cuchulain ⁹sprang from the ground, so that he alighted on the edge of Etarcumul's shield, and he⁹ dealt him a cleaving-blow on the crown of the head, so that it drove to his navel. He dealt him a second crosswise stroke, so that at the one time the three portions of his body came to the ground. Thus fell Etarcumul son of Fid and of Lethrinn.

¹⁰Then Etarcumul's charioteer went his way after Fergus,¹⁰ and Fergus knew not that the combat had been. For thus was his wont: ¹¹From the day Fergus took warrior's arms in hand,¹¹ he never for aught looked back, whether at 123 W. 1904. sitting or at rising or when travelling or walking, in battle or fight or combat, lest some one might say it was out of fear he looked back, but ever he looked at the thing that was before and beside him. ¹Fergus saw the chariot go past him and a single man in it.¹ ²And when² Etarcumul's squire came up abreast of Fergus, Fergus asked, "But, where is thy lord, gilla?" "He fell a while since at the ford by the hand of Cuchulain," the gilla made answer. "That indeed was not fair!" exclaimed Fergus, "for that elf-like sprite to wrong me in him that came under my safeguard ³and protection³ ⁴from the camp and fort of the men of Erin.⁴ Turn the chariot for us, gilla," cried Fergus, "that we may go to ⁵the ford of fight and combat⁵ for a parley with Cuchulain."

Thereupon the driver wheeled the chariot. They fared thither towards the ford. ⁶Fergus turned to rebuke Cuchulain.⁶ "How darest thou offend me, thou wild, ⁷perverse, little⁷ elf-man," cried Fergus, "in him that came under my safeguard and protection? ⁸Thou thinkest my club short."⁸ ^*LL. fo. 72b. ⁹"Be not wroth with me, my master Fergus," said Cuchulain.⁹ "After the nurture and care thou didst bestow on me ¹⁰and the Ulstermen bestowed and Conchobar¹⁰ tell me, which wouldst thou hold better, ¹¹for the Ulstermen to be conquered without anyone to punish them but me alone and¹¹ for him to triumph and boast over me, or for me to triumph and boast over him? And yet more, ¹²of his own fault he fell.¹² Ask his own gilla which of us was in fault in respect of the other; ¹³it was none other but he.¹³ ^a 124 ¹Reproach me not, O Fergus my master." He bent down so that Fergus' chariot went past him thrice. "Ask his charioteer, is it I that have caused it?" "Not thou indeed," answered his charioteer. "He said," Cuchulain went on, "he would not go till either he took my head or he left me his own."¹ ²Then Etarcumul's gilla related to Fergus how it all befel. When Fergus heard that, what he said was:² W. 1921. "Liefer to me what thou hast done, ³O fosterling," said Fergus, "that Etarcumul is slain, and³ a blessing on the hand that smote him, ⁴for it is he that was overweening."⁴

So then they bound two spancels about the ankle-joints of Etarcumul's feet and he was dragged along behind his horses and chariot. At every rock that was rough for him, his lungs and his liver were left on the stones and the rugged places. At every place that was smooth for him, his skilfully severed limbs came together again round the horses. In this wise he was dragged through the camp to the door of the tent of Ailill and Medb: "There's your young warrior for you," cried Fergus, "for 'Every restoration together with its restitution' is what the law saith."^a Medb came forth to the door of her tent and she raised her ⁵quick, splitting,⁵ loud voice ⁶of a warrior.⁶ Quoth Medb. "Truly, methought that great was the heat and the wrath of this young hound ⁷on leaving us awhile since⁷ at the beginning of the day as he went from the camp. ⁸It is no fortune for a tender youth that falls on thee now.⁸ We had thought that the honour under which he went, even the honour of Fergus, was not the honour of a dastard!" "What hath crazed the virago and wench?" cried Fergus. "Good lack, 125 W. 1935. is it fitting for the mongrel to seek the Hound of battle whom ¹the warriors and champions¹ of four of the five grand provinces of Erin dare not approach nor withstand? What, I myself was glad to escape whole from him!"

²Etarcumul's grave was then dug and his tombstone erected; his name was written in ogam and they raised the keen over him. Cuchulain shot not from his sling at them that night² ³and the women and maidens were brought over to him and half the cattle, and they brought provision to him by day.³ In this manner fell Etarcumul and such was the combat of Etarcumul with Cuchulain.

XI. ¹THE SLAYING OF NATHCRANTAIL¹

²Then the men of Erin held counsel who would be fit to fight and contend with Cuchulain and drive him off from the men of Erin.² ³"What man have ye to face Cuchulain to-morrow?" asked Lugaid. "They will give him to thee to-morrow," answered Manè son of Ailill. "We find no one to meet him," quoth Medb; "let us have a truce with him then till a man be found to oppose him." This they obtain. "Whither will ye turn," asked Ailill, "to find the man to oppose Cuchulain?" "There is not in Erin," Medb answered, "one that could be got to meet him unless Curoi macDarè come, or Nathcrantail the warrior." A man of Curoi's people was in the tent. "Curoi will not come," said he; "he weens enough of his people have come!" "Let a message be sent then for Nathcrantail."³ W. 1941. Then arose a huge warrior of Medb's people, Nathcrantail by name. ⁴Manè Andoe ('the Unslow') goes to him. They tell him their message. "Come with us for the sake of the honour of Connacht." "I will not go," said he, "unless they give Finnabair to me." Afterwards he goes with them. They bring his armour in a car from the east of Connacht and place it in the camp.⁴ ⁵Then was Nathcrantail called into the tent of Ailill and Medb.⁵ ⁶"Wherefore 127 am I summoned to ye?" Nathcrantail asked. "It would please us well," Medb replied, "werest thou to fight and contend with Cuchulain on the ford and ward him off from us at the morning hour early on the morrow.⁶ ¹Thou shalt have Finnabair," said Medb, "for going to fight yonder man." "I will do it," said he.¹ ²He engaged to undertake the battle and combat and that night be made ready, and early on the morrow Nathcrantail arose for the battle and combat and he took his warlike implements with him to the fight, and though early he arose, Cuchulain arose still earlier.² ³That night Lugaid came to Cuchulain. "Nathcrantail comes to meet thee to-morrow. Alas for thee, thou wilt not withstand him." "That matters not," Cuchulain made answer.³ ^a

⁴On the morrow Nathcrantail went forth from the camp⁴ and he came to attack Cuchulain. W. 1942. He did not deign to bring along arms but thrice nine spits of holly after being sharpened, burnt and hardened in fire. And there before him on the pond was Cuchulain ⁵a-fowling and his chariot hard by him,⁵ ^b and there was no shelter whatever. ⁶And when Nathcrantail perceived Cuchulain⁶ he ⁷straightway⁷ cast a dart at Cuchulain. Cuchulain sprang ⁸from the middle of the ground⁸ till he came on the tip of the dart. ⁹And he performed a feat on the point of the dart and it hindered him not from catching the birds.⁹ And again Nathcrantail threw a second dart. Nathcrantail threw a third dart and Cuchulain sprang on the point of the second 128 W. 1951. dart and so on till he was on the point of the last dart. It was then, ¹when Nathcrantail threw the ninth dart,¹ that the flock of birds ²which Cuchulain pursued² on the plain ³flew away from Cuchulain.³ Cuchulain chased them even as any bird ⁴of the air.⁴ ⁵He hopped on the points of the darts like a bird from each dart to the next, pursuing the birds⁵ that they might not escape him but that they might leave behind a portion of food for the night. For this is what sustained and served Cuchulain, fish and fowl and game on the Cualnge Cow-spoil. Something more remains to be told: Nathcrantail deemed full surely that Cuchulain went from him in rout of defeat and flight. And he went his way till he came to the door of the tent of Ailill and Medb and he lifted up his loud voice ⁶of a warrior⁶: "That famous Cuchulain that ye so talk of ran and fled in defeat ⁷before me when he came to me⁷ in the morning." "We knew," spake Medb, "it would be even so when able warriors and goodly youths met him, that this beardless imp would not hold out; for when a mighty warrior, ⁸Nathcrantail to wit,⁸ came upon him, he withstood him not but before him he ran away!"

And Fergus heard that, and Fergus ⁹and the Ulstermen⁹ were sore angered that any one should boast that Cuchulain had fled. And Fergus addressed himself to Fiachu, Feraba's son, that he should go to rebuke Cuchulain. "And tell ^*LL. fo. 73a. him it is an honour for him to oppose the hosts for as long or as short a space as he does deeds of valour upon them, but that it were fitter for him to hide himself than to fly before any one of their warriors, ¹⁰forasmuch as the dishonour would be not greater for him than for the rest of Ulster."¹⁰

W. 1969. Thereupon Fiachu went to address Cuchulain. Cuchulain bade him welcome. "I trow that welcome to be truly meant, but it is for counsel with thee I am come from thy fosterer Fergus. And he has said, 'It would be a glory for thee to oppose the hosts for as long or as short a space as thou doest valiantly ¹with them;¹ but it would be fitter for thee to hide thyself than to fly before any one of their warriors!'" "How now, who makes that boast among ye?" Cuchulain asked. "Nathcrantail, of a surety," Fiachu answered. "How may this be? Dost not know, thou and Fergus and the nobles of Ulster, that I slay no charioteers nor heralds nor unarmed people? And he bore no arms but a spit of wood. And I would not slay Nathcrantail until he had arms. And do thou tell him, let him come here early in the morning, ²till he is between Ochainè and the sea, and however early he comes, he will find me here² and I will not fly before him!"

³Fiachu went back to the camp³ ⁴and to the station of the men of Erin, and he bound Nathcrantail to go to the ford of combat on the morrow. They bided there that night,⁴ and it seemed long to Nathcrantail till day with its light came for him to attack Cuchulain. He set out early on the morrow to attack Cuchulain. Cuchulain arose early ⁵and came to his place of meeting⁵ and his wrath bided with him on that day. And ⁶after his night's vigil,⁶ with an angry cast he threw his cloak around him, so that it passed over the pillar-stone ⁷near by, the size of himself,⁷ and snapped the pillar-stone off from the ground between himself and his cloak. And he was aware of naught because of the measure of anger that had come on and raged in him. Then, too, came Nathcrantail. ⁸His arms were brought with him on a wagon,⁸ and he spake, "Where is 130 W. 1987. this Cuchulain?" shouted Nathcrantail. "Why, over yonder ¹near the pillar-stone before thee,"¹ answered Cormac Conlongas son of Conchobar. "Not such was the shape wherein he appeared to me yesterday," said Nathcrantail. "Repel yon warrior," quoth Cormac, "and it will be the same for thee as if thou repellest Cuchulain!" ²"Art thou Cuchulain?" "And if I am?" answered Cuchulain. "If thou be truly he," said Nathcrantail, "I would not bring a lambkin's head to the camp. I will not take thy head, the head of a beardless boy." "It is not I at all," said Cuchulain; "go find him around the hill!" Cuchulain hastens to Laeg. "Rub a false beard on me; I cannot get the warrior to fight with me beardless." This was done for him. He goes to meet Nathcrantail on the hill. "Methinks that more fitting. Now fight with me fairly," said Nathcrantail. "Thou shalt have thy wish, if only we know it," Cuchulain made answer. "I will make a cast at thee," said Nathcrantail, "and thou shalt not avoid it." "I will not avoid it except on high," said Cuchulain. Nathcrantail makes a cast at him. Cuchulain springs on high before it. "'Tis ill of thee to avoid the cast," cried Nathcrantail. "Avoid then my cast on high!" quoth Cuchulain. Cuchulain lets the spear fly at him and it went on high, so that from above it alighted on Nathcrantail's crown and through him it went to the ground. "Alas," said he, "the best warrior in Erin art thou," spake Nathcrantail. "Four and twenty sons have I in the camp. I will go and tell them what hidden treasure I have and then return for thee to behead me, for I shall die if the spear be taken out of my head." "It is well," quoth Cuchulain; "thou shalt come back." Then Nathcrantail returns to the camp. They all come to meet him. "Where is the madman's head with thee?" 131 ¹every one asks.¹ "Wait, ye warriors, till I tell my tale to my sons and return to do battle with Cuchulain."²

W. 1992. Soon came Nathcrantail ³to seek Cuchulain³ and he made a wide sweep with his sword at Cuchulain. ⁴Cuchulain leaps on high,⁴ so that the sword encountered the pillar of stone that was between Cuchulain and his cloak, and the sword broke ⁵atwain⁵ on the pillar-stone. ⁶Then Cuchulain became filled with rage, as he had been with the boys in Emain, and⁶ he sprang from the ground and alighted on the top of the boss of Nathcrantail's shield and dealt him a side stroke over the upper edge of the shield, so that he struck off his head from his trunk. He raised his hand quickly again and gave him another blow on the top of the trunk so that he cleft him in twain down to the ground. ⁷His four severed parts fell to the ground.⁷ Thus fell Nathcrantail slain by Cuchulain. Whereupon Cuchulain spoke ⁸the verse:—⁸

XII. ¹THE FINDING OF THE BULL¹

W. 2007. Thereafter ²on the morrow² Medb proceeded with a third of the host of the men of Erin about her, ³and she set forth by the highroad of Midluachair³ till she reached Dûn Sobairche in the north. And Cuchulain pressed heavily on Medb that day. ⁴Medb went on to Cuib to seek the bull and Cuchulain pursued her. Now on the road to Midluachair she had gone to invade Ulster and Cruthne as far as Dûn Sobairche.⁴ ⁵There it is that Cuchulain slew all those we have mentioned in Cuib.⁵ Cuchulain killed Fer Taidle, whence cometh Taidle; and ⁶as they went northwards⁶ he killed the macBuachalla ('the Herdsman's sons') ⁷at their cairn,⁷ whence cometh Carn macBuachalla; and he killed Luasce on the slopes, whence Lettre Luasc ('the Watery Slopes of Luasc'); and he slew Bobulge in his marsh, whence Grellach ('the Trampled Place') of Bubulge; and he slew Murthemne on his hill, whence Delga ('the Points') of Murthemne; ⁸he slew Nathcoirpthe at his trees, Cruthen on his ford, Marc on his hill, Meille on his mound and Bodb in his tower.⁸ It was afterwards then 133 W. 2016. that Cuchulain turned back from the north ¹to Mag Murthemni,¹ to protect and defend his own borders and land, for dearer to him was ²his own land and inheritance and belongings² than the land and territory and belongings of another.

It was then too that he came upon the Fir Crandce ('the men of Crannach') ³from whom cometh Crannach in Murthemne;³ to wit, the two Artinne and the two sons of Lecc, the two sons of Durcride, the two sons of Gabul, and Drucht and Delt and Dathen, Tae and Tualang and Turscur, and Torc Glaisse and Glass and Glassne, which are the same as the twenty men of Fochard. Cuchulain surprised them as they were pitching ^*LL. fo. 73b. camp in advance of all others—⁴ten cup-bearers and ten men-of-arms they were⁴—so that they fell by his hand.

Then it was that Buide ('the Yellow') son of Ban Blai ('the White') from ⁵Sliab Culinn ('Hollymount'),⁵ the country of Ailill and Medb, and belonging to the special followers of ⁶Ailill and⁶ Medb, met Cuchulain. Four and twenty^a warriors ⁷was their strength.⁷ A ⁸blue⁸ mantle enwrapping each man, the Brown Bull of Cualnge plunging and careering before them after he had been brought from Glenn na Samaisce ('Heifers' Glen') to Sliab Culinn, and fifty of his heifers with him. ⁹Cuchulain advances to meet them.⁹ "Whence bring ye the drove, ¹⁰ye men?"¹⁰ Cuchulain asks. "From yonder mountain," Buide answers. ¹¹"Where are its herdsmen?" Cuchulain asks. "One is here where we found him," the warrior answers. Cuchulain made three leaps after them, seeking to speak 134 W. 2031. with them, as far as the ford. Then it was he spoke to the leader¹¹, "What is thine own name?" said Cuchulain. "One that neither loves thee nor fears thee," Buide made answer; "Buide son of Ban Blai am I, from the country of Ailill and Medb." ¹"Wella-day, O Buide," cried Cuchulain; "haste to the ford below that we exchange a couple of throws with each other." They came to the ford and exchanged a couple of throws there.¹ "Lo, here for thee this short spear," said Cuchulain, and he casts the spear at him. It struck the shield over his belly, so that it shattered three ribs in his farther side after piercing his heart in his bosom. And Buide son of Ban Blai fell ²on the ford.² So that thence is Ath Buidi ('Athboy') in Crich Roiss ('the land of Ross').

For as long or as short a space as ³these bold champions and battle-warriors³ were engaged in this work of exchanging their two short spears—for it was not in a moment they had accomplished it—the Brown Bull of Cualnge was carried away in quick course and career ⁴by the eight great men⁴ to the camp ⁵of the men of Erin⁵ as swiftly as any beeve can be brought to a camp. ⁶They opined then it would not be hard to deal with Cuchulain if only his spear were got from him.⁶ From this accordingly came the greatest shame and grief and madness that was brought on Cuchulain on that hosting.

As regards Medb: every ford ⁷and every hill⁷ whereon she stopped, Ath Medba ('Medb's Ford') ⁸and Dindgna Medba ('Medb's Hill')⁸ is its name. Every place wherein she pitched her tent, Pupall Medba ('Medb's Tent') is its name. Every spot she rested her horselash, Bili Medba ('Medb's Tree') is its name.

On this circuit Medb ⁹turned back from the north after 135 W. 2047. she had remained a fortnight laying waste the province⁹ ¹and plundering the land of the Picts and of Cualnge and the land of Conall son of Amargin,¹ and having offered battle ²one night² to Findmor ('the Fair-large') wife of Celtchar ³son of Uthechar³ at the gate of Dûn Sobairche; and she slew Findmor and laid waste Dûn Sobairche; ⁵and, after taking Dûn Sobairche from her, she brought fifty of ⁴her⁴ women into the province of Dalriada.⁵ ⁶Then she had them hanged and crucified. Whence cometh Mas na Righna ('Queen's Buttock') as the name of the hill, from their hanging.⁶

Then came the warriors of four of the five grand provinces of Erin at the end of a long fortnight^a to camp and station ⁷at Fochard,⁷ together with Medb and Ailill and the company that were bringing the bull.

XIIa. THE DEATH OF FORGEMEN

W. 2054. And the bull's cowherd would not allow them ¹to carry off¹ the Brown Bull of Cualnge, so that they urged on the bull, beating shafts on shields, till they drove him into a narrow gap, and the herd trampled the cowherd's body thirty feet into the ground, so that they made fragments and shreds of his body. Forgemen was the neatherd's name. ²And this is the name of the hill, Forgemen.² This then is the Death of Forgemen on the Cattle-prey of Cualnge. ³Now there was no peril to them that night so long as a man was got to ward off Cuchulain from them on the ford.³

XIIb. ¹HERE IS NARRATED THE SLAYING OF REDG THE LAMPOONIST¹

W. 2061. When the men of Erin had come together in one place, both Medb and Ailill and the force that was bringing the bull to the camp and enclosure, they all declared Cuchulain would be no more valiant than another ²of the men of Erin² were it not for the wonderful little trick he possessed, the spearlet of Cuchulain. Accordingly the men of Erin despatched from them Redg, Medb's^a jester, to demand the light javelin ³of Cuchulain.³

So Redg ⁴came forward to where Cuchulain was and⁴ asked for the little javelin, but Cuchulain did not give him the little javelin ⁵at once⁵; he did not deem it good and proper to yield it. ⁶"Give me thy spear," said the jester. "Nay then, I will not," answered Cuchulain; "but I will give thee treasure." "I will not take it," said the jester. Then he wounded the jester because he would not accept from him what he had offered him.⁶ Redg declared he would deprive Cuchulain of his honour ⁷unless he got the little javelin.⁷ Thereupon Cuchulain hurled the javelin at him, so that it struck him in the nape of the neck^b and fell out through his mouth on the ground. And the only words Redg uttered were these, "This precious gift is readily 138 W. 2072. ours," and his soul separated from his body at the ford. Therefrom that ford is ever since called Ath Solom Shet ('Ford of the Ready Treasure'). And the copper of the javelin was thrown into the river. Hence is Uman-Sruth ('Copperstream') ever after.

¹"Let us ask for a sword-truce from Cuchulain," says Ailill. "Let Lugaid go to him," one and all answer. Then Lugaid goes to parley with him. "How now do I stand with the host?" Cuchulain asks. "Disgraceful indeed is the thing thou hast demanded of them," Lugaid answers, "even this, that thou shouldst have thy women and maidens and half of thy kine. But more grievous than all do they hold it that they themselves should be killed and thou provisioned."

Every day there fell a man by Cuchulain till the end of a week. ²Then² faith is broken with Cuchulain. Twenty are despatched at one time to attack him and he destroys them all. "Go to him, O Fergus," says Ailill, "that he may vouchsafe us a change of place." A while after this they proceed to Cronech. These are they that fell in single combat with him in that place, to wit: the two Roth, the two Luan, two women-thieves, ten fools, ten cup-bearers, the ten Fergus, the six Fedelm, the six Fiachu. Now these were all killed by him in single combat.

When their tents were pitched by them in Cronech they discussed what they had best do with Cuchulain. "I know," quoth Medb, "what is best here. Let some one go to him from us for a sword-pact from him in respect of the host, and he shall have half the cattle that are here." This message they bring to him. "I will do it," said Cuchulain, "provided the bond is not broken by you¹ ³to-morrow.³"

XIIc. ¹HERE IS TOLD THE MEETING OF CUCHULAIN AND FINNABAIR¹

²"Let a message be sent to him," said Ailill, "that Finnabair my daughter will be bestowed on him, and for him to keep away from the hosts." Manè Athramail ('Fatherlike') goes to him. But first he addresses himself to Laeg. "Whose man art thou?" spake Manè. Now Laeg made no answer. Thrice Manè addressed him in this ³same³ wise. "Cuchulain's man," Laeg answers, "and provoke me not, lest it happen I strike thy head off thee!" "This man is mad," quoth Manè as he leaves him. Then he goes to accost Cuchulain. It was there Cuchulain had doffed his tunic, and the ⁴deep⁴ snow was around him where he sat, up to his belt, and the snow had melted a cubit around him for the greatness of the heat of the hero. And Manè addressed him three times in like manner, whose man he was? "Conchobar's man, and do not provoke me. For if thou provokest me any longer I will strike thy head off thee as one strikes off the head of a blackbird!" "No easy thing," quoth Manè, "to speak to these two." Thereupon Manè leaves them and tells his tale to Ailill and Medb.

"Let Lugaid go to him," said Ailill, "and offer him the girl." Thereupon Lugaid goes and repeats this to Cuchulain. "O master Lugaid," quoth Cuchulain, "it is a 140 snare!" "It is the word of a king; he hath said it," Lugaid answered; "there can be no snare in it." "So be it," said Cuchulain. Forthwith Lugaid leaves him and takes that answer to Ailill and Medb. "Let the fool go forth in my form," said Ailill, "and the king's crown on his head, and let him stand some way off from Cuchulain lest he know him; and let the girl go with him and let the fool promise her to him, and let them depart quickly in this wise. And methinks ye will play a trick on him thus, so that he will not stop you any further till he comes with the Ulstermen to the battle."

Then the fool goes to him and the girl along with him, and from afar he addresses Cuchulain. The Hound comes to meet him. It happened he knew by the man's speech that he was a fool. A slingstone that was in his hand he threw at him so that it entered his head and bore out his brains. He comes up to the maiden, cuts off her two tresses and thrusts a stone through her cloak and her tunic, and plants a standing-stone through the middle of the fool. Their two pillar-stones are there, even the pillar-stone of Finnabair and the pillar-stone of the fool.

Cuchulain left them in this plight. A party was sent out from Ailill and Medb to search for their people, for it was long they thought they were gone, when they saw them in this wise. This thing was noised abroad by all the host in the camp. Thereafter there was no truce for them with Cuchulain.²

XIId. ¹HERE THE COMBAT OF MUNREMAR AND CUROI¹

²While the hosts were there in the evening they perceived that one stone fell on them coming from the east and another from the west to meet it. The stones met one another in the air and kept falling between Fergus' camp, the camp of Ailill and the camp of Nera. This sport and play continued from that hour till the same hour on the next day, and the hosts spent the time sitting down, with their shields over their heads to protect them from the blocks of stones, till the plain was full of the boulders, whence cometh Mag Clochair ('the Stony Plain'). Now it happened it was Curoi macDarè did this. He had come to bring help to his people and had taken his stand in Cotal to fight against Munremar son of Gerrcend.^a The latter had come from Emain Macha to succour Cuchulain and had taken his stand on Ard ('the Height') of Roch. Curoi knew there was not in the host a man to compete with Munremar. These then it was who carried on this sport between them. The army prayed them to cease. Whereupon Munremar and Curoi made peace, and Curoi withdrew to his house and Munremar to Emain Macha and Munremar came not again till the day of the battle. As for Curoi, he came not till the combat of Ferdiad.

"Pray Cuchulain," said Medb and Ailill, "that he suffer 142 us to change our place." This then was granted to them and the change was made.

The 'Pains' of the Ulstermen left them then. When now they awoke from their 'Pains,' bands of them came continually upon the host to restrain it again.

XIIe. ¹THE SLAUGHTER OF THE BOY-TROOP¹ ^a

Now the youths of Ulster discussed the matter among themselves in Emain Macha. "Alas for us," said they, "that our friend Cuchulain has no one to succour him!" "I would ask then," spake Fiachu Fulech ('the Bloody') son of Ferfebè and own brother to Fiachu^b Fialdana ('the Generous-daring') son of Ferfebè, "shall I have a company from you to go to him with help?"

Thrice fifty youths accompany him with their play-clubs, and that was a third of the boy-troop of Ulster. The army saw them drawing near them over the plain. "A great army approaches us over the plain," spake Ailill Fergus goes to espy them. "Some of the youths of Ulster are they," said he, "and it is to succour Cuchulain they come." "Let a troop go to meet them," said Ailill, "unknown to Cuchulain; for if they unite with him ye will never overcome them." Thrice fifty warriors went out to meet them. They fell at one another's hands, so that not one of them got off alive of the number of the youths of Lia Toll. Hence is Lia ('the Stone') of Fiachu son of Ferfebè, for it is there that he fell.

"Take counsel," quoth Ailill; "inquire of Cuchulain about letting you go from hence, for ye will not go past 144 him by force, now that his flame of valour has risen." For it was usual with him, when his hero's flame arose in him, that his feet would turn back on him and his buttocks, before him, and the knobs of his calves would come on his shins, and one eye would be in his head and the other one out of his head. A man's head would have gone into his mouth. There was not a hair on him that was not as sharp as the thorn of the haw, and a drop of blood was on each single hair. He would recognize neither comrades nor friends. Alike he would strike them before and behind. Therefrom it was that the men of Connacht gave Cuchulain the name Riastartha ('the Contorted One').

XIIf. ¹THE SLAUGHTER OF THE KING'S BODYGUARD¹

"Let us ask for a sword-truce from Cuchulain," said Ailill and Medb. Lugaid goes to him and Cuchulain accords the truce. "Put a man for me on the ford to-morrow," said Cuchulain. There happened to be with Medb six royal hirelings, to wit: six princes of the Clans of Deda, the three Dubs ('the Blacks') of Imlech, and the three Dergs ('the Reds') of Sruthair, by name. "Why should it not be for us," quoth they, "to go and attack Cuchulain?" So the next day they went and Cuchulain put an end to the six of them.²

XIII. ¹THE COMBAT OF CÛR WITH CUCHULAIN¹

W. 2076. The men of Erin discussed among themselves who of them would be fit to attack ²and contend with² Cuchulain, ^*LL. fo. 74a. ³and drive him off from them on the ford at the morning-hour early on the morrow.³ And what they all said was that Cûr ('the Hero') son of Da Loth should be the one to attack him. For thus it stood with Cûr: No joy was it to be his bedfellow or to live with him. ⁴He from whom he drew blood is dead ere the ninth day.⁴ And ⁵the men of Erin⁵ said: "Even should it be Cûr that falls, a trouble ⁶and care⁶ would be removed from the hosts; ⁷for it is not easy to be with him in regard to sitting, eating or sleeping.⁷ Should it be Cuchulain, it would be so much the better." Cûr was summoned to Medb's tent. "For what do they want me?" Cûr asked. "To engage with Cuchulain," replied Medb, ⁸"to do battle, and ward him off from us on the ford at the morning hour early on the morrow."⁸ ⁹Cûr deemed it not fitting to go and contend with a beardless boy.⁹ "Little ye rate our worth. Nay, but it is wonderful how ye regard it. Too tender is the youth with whom ye compare me. Had I known ¹⁰I was sent against him¹⁰ I would not have come myself. I would have lads ¹¹enough¹¹ of 147 W. 2086. his age from amongst my people to go meet him on a ford."

"Indeed, it is easy to talk so," quoth Cormac Conlongas son of Conchobar. "It would be well worth while for thyself if by thee fell Cuchulain." ¹"Howbeit," said Cûr, "since on myself it falls,¹ make ye ready a journey ²for me² at morn's early hour on the morrow, for a pleasure I will make of the way ³to this fight,³ ⁴a-going to meet Cuchulain.⁴ It is not this will detain you, namely the killing of yonder wildling, Cuchulain!"

⁵There they passed the night.⁵ Then early on the morrow morn arose Cûr macDa Loth ⁶and he came to the ford of battle and combat; and however early he arose, earlier still Cuchulain arose.⁶ A cart-load of arms was taken along with him wherewith to engage with Cuchulain, and he began to ply his weapons, seeking to kill Cuchulain.

Now Cuchulain had gone early that day ⁷to practise⁷ his feats ⁸of valour and prowess.⁸ These are the names of them all: the Apple-feat, and the Edge-feat, and the Level Shield-feat, and the Little Dart-feat, and the Rope-feat, and the Body-feat, and the Feat of Catt, and the Hero's Salmon-leap,^a and the Pole-cast, and the Leap over a Blow (?), and the Folding of a noble Chariot-fighter, and the Gae Bulga ('the Barbed Spear') and the Vantage (?) of Swiftness, and the Wheel-feat, ⁹and the Rim-feat,⁹ and the Over-Breath-feat, and the Breaking of a Sword, and the Champion's Cry, and the Measured Stroke, and the Side Stroke, and the Running up a Lance and standing erect on its Point, and the Binding of the ¹⁰noble¹⁰ Hero (around spear points).

W. 2121. Now this is the reason Cuchulain was wont to practise early every morning each of those feats ¹with the agility of a single hand, as best a wild-cat may,¹ in order that they might not depart from him through forgetfulness or lack of remembrance.

And macDa Loth waited beside his shield until the third part of the day, ²plying his weapons,² seeking the chance to kill Cuchulain; ³and not the stroke of a blow reached Cuchulain, because of the intensity of his feats, nor was he aware that a warrior was thrusting at him.³ It was then Laeg^a ⁴looked at him⁴ and spake to Cuchulain, "Hark! Cucuc. Attend to the warrior that seeks to kill thee." Then it was that Cuchulain glanced at him and then it was that he raised and threw the eight apples on high ⁵and cast the ninth apple⁵ a throw's length from him at Cûr macDa Loth, so that it struck on the disk of his shield ⁶between the edge and the body of the shield⁶ and on the forehead ⁷of the churl,⁷ so that it carried the size of an apple of his brains out through the back of his head. Thus fell Cûr macDa Loth also at the hand of Cuchulain. ⁸According to another version⁸ ⁹it was in Imslige Glendamnach that Cûr fell.⁹

¹⁰Fergus greeted each one there and this is what he said:¹⁰ "If your engagements and pledges bind you now," said Fergus, "another warrior ye must send to him yonder on the ford; else, do ye keep to your camp and your quarters here till the bright hour of sunrise on the morrow, for Cûr son of Da Loth is fallen." ¹¹"We will grant that," said Medb, "and we will not pitch tents nor take quarters here 149 now, but we will remain where we were last night in camp.¹¹ W. 2136. Considering why we have come, it is the same to us even though we remain in those same tents."

¹The four great provinces of Erin¹ remained in that camp till Cûr son of Da Loth had fallen, and Loth son of Da Bro and Srub Darè son of Feradach and ²Morc² son of Tri Aigneach. These then fell in single combat with Cuchulain. But it is tedious to recount one by one the cunning and valour of each man of them.

XIV. ¹THE SLAYING OF FERBAETH ('THE WITLESS')¹

²Then again the men of Erin took counsel who would be fit to fight and do combat with Cuchulain and to ward him off from them on the ford at the morning-hour early on the morrow. What they each and all said was, that it would be his own friend and companion and the man who was his equal in arms and feats, even Ferbaeth son of Ferbend.

Then was Ferbaeth son of Ferbend summoned to them, to the tent of Ailill and Medb. "Wherefore do ye call me to you?" Ferbaeth asked. "In sooth, it would please us," Medb answered, "for thee to do battle and contend with Cuchulain, and to ward him off from us on the ford at the morning hour early on the morrow."

Great rewards they promised to him for making the battle and combat.² ³Finnabair is given to him for this and the kingdom of his race, for he was their choice to combat Cuchulain. He was the man they thought worthy of him, for they both had learned the same service in arms with Scathach.³

⁴"I have no desire to act thus," Ferbaeth protested. "Cuchulain is my foster-brother and of everlasting covenant with me. Yet will I go meet him to-morrow, so shall I strike off his head!" "It will be thou that canst do it," Medb made answer.⁴

W. 2143. Then it was that Cuchulain said to his charioteer, namely to Laeg: "Betake thee thither, O master Laeg," said Cuchulain, "to the camp of the men of Erin, and bear a greeting ^*LL. fo. 74b. from me to my comrades and foster-brothers and age-mates. Bear a greeting to Ferdiad son of Daman, and to Ferdet son of Daman, and to Brass son of Ferb, and to Lugaid son of Nos, and to Lugaid son of Solamach, to Ferbaeth son of Baetan, and to Ferbaeth son of Ferbend, and a particular greeting withal to mine own foster-brother, to Lugaid son of Nos, for that he is the one man that still has friendliness and friendship with me now on the hosting. And bear him a blessing. ¹Let it be asked diligently of him¹ that he may tell thee who ²of the men of Erin² will come to attack me on the morrow."

Then Laeg went his way to the camp of the men of Erin and brought the aforementioned greetings to the comrades and foster-brothers of Cuchulain. And he also went into the tent of Lugaid son of Nos. Lugaid bade him welcome. "I take ³that welcome³ to be truly meant," said Laeg. "'Tis truly meant for thee," replied Lugaid. "To converse with thee am I come from Cuchulain," said Laeg, "and I bring these greetings truly and earnestly from him to the end that thou tell me who comes to fight with Cuchulain to-day." ⁴"Truly not lucky is it for Cuchulain," said Lugaid, "the strait wherein he is alone against the men of Erin.⁴ The curse of his fellowship and brotherhood and of his friendship and affection ⁵and of his arms⁵ be upon that man; even his own real foster-brother himself, ⁶even the companion of us both,⁶ Ferbaeth son of Ferbend. ⁷He it is that comes to meet him to-morrow.⁷ He was invited into the tent of ⁸Ailill and⁸ Medb a while 152 W. 2165. since. The daughter Finnabair was set by his side. It is she who fills up the drinking-horns for him; it is she who gives him a kiss with every drink that he takes; it is she who serveth the food ¹to him.¹ Not for every one with Medb is the ale^a that is poured out for Ferbaeth ²till he is drunk.² Only fifty wagon-loads of it have been brought to the camp."

Then with heavy head, sorrowful, downcast, heaving sighs, Laeg retraced his steps to Cuchulain. "With heavy head, sorrowful, downcast and sighing, my master Laeg comes to meet me," said Cuchulain. "It must be that one of my brothers-in-arms comes to attack me." For he regarded as worse a man of the same training in arms as himself than aught other warrior. "Hail now, O Laeg my friend," cried Cuchulain; "who comes to attack me to-day?" "The curse of his fellowship and brotherhood, of his friendship and affection be upon him; even thine own real foster-brother himself, namely Ferbaeth son of Ferbend. A while ago he was summoned into the tent of Medb. The maiden was set by his side; It is she who fills up the drinking-horns for him; it is she who gives him a kiss with every drink; it is she who serveth his food. Not for every one with Medb is the ale that is poured out for Ferbaeth. Only fifty wagon-loads of it have been brought to the camp."

³Cuchulain bade Laeg go to Lugaid, that he come to talk with him. Lugaid came to Cuchulain. "So Ferbaeth comes to oppose me to-morrow," said Cuchulain. "Aye, then," answered Lugaid.³ ⁴"Evil is this day," cried Cuchulain. "I shall not be alive thereafter. Two of the same age are we, two of equal deftness, two of equal 153 weight, when we come together. O Lugaid, greet him for me. Tell him, also, it is not the part of true valour to come to oppose me. Tell him to come meet me to-night to speak with me."

Lugaid brought back this word to Ferbaeth. Now inasmuch as Ferbaeth shunned not the parley,⁴ W. 2183. he by no means waited till morn but he went straightway ¹to the glen¹ ²that night² to recant his friendship with Cuchulain, ³and Fiachu son of Ferfebè went with him.³ And Cuchulain called to mind the friendship and fellowship and brotherhood ⁵that had been between them,⁵ ⁶and Scathach, the nurse of them both;⁶ and Ferbaeth would not consent to forego the fight.^a ⁷"I must fight," said Ferbaeth. "I have promised it ⁸to Medb."⁸ ⁹"Friendship with thee then is at an end,"⁹ cried Cuchulain,⁷ and in anger he left him and drove the sole of his foot against a holly-spit ¹⁰in the glen,¹⁰ so that it pierced through flesh and bone and skin ¹¹and came out by his knee.¹¹ ¹²Thereat Cuchulain became frantic, and he gave a strong tug and¹² drew the spit out from its roots, ¹³from sinew and bone, from flesh and from skin.¹³ ¹⁴"Go not, Ferbaeth, till thou seest the find I have made." "Throw it then," cried Ferbaeth.¹⁴ And Cuchulain threw the holly-spit over his shoulder after Ferbaeth, and he would as lief that it reached him or that it reached him not. The spit struck Ferbaeth in the nape of the neck,^b so that it passed out through his 154 W. 2192. mouth ¹in front¹ and fell to the ground, and thus Ferbaeth fell ²backward into the glen.²

"Now that was a good throw, Cucuc!" cried ³Fiachu son of Ferfebè,³ ⁴who was on the mound between the two camps,⁴ for he considered it a good throw to kill that warrior with a spit of holly. Hence it is that Focherd Murthemni ('the good Cast of Murthemne') is the name of the place where they were.

⁵Straightway Ferbaeth died in the glen. Hence cometh Glenn Ferbaeth. Something was heard. It was Fergus who sang:—

XIVa. ¹THE COMBAT OF LARINE MacNOIS¹

²Lugaid spake: "Let one of you be ready on the morrow to go against that other." "There shall not any one at all be found to go," quoth Ailill, "unless guile be used. Whatever man comes to you, give him wine, so that his soul may be glad, and let him be told that that is all the wine that has been brought to Cruachan: 'It would grieve us that thou shouldst drink water in our camp.' And let Finnabair be placed on his right hand and let him be told, 'She shall go with thee if thou bring us the head of the Contorted.'" So a summons was sent to each warrior, one on each night, and those words used to be told him. Cuchulain killed every man of them in turn. At length no one could be got to attack him.²

W. 2197. ³"Good,³ my master Laeg," ⁴said Cuchulain,⁴ "go for me to the camp of the men of Erin to hold converse with Lugaid ⁵macNois,⁵ ⁶my friend, my companion and my foster-brother,⁶ ⁷and bear him a greeting from me and bear him my blessing, for he is the one man that keeps amity and friendship with me on the great hosting of the Cattle-raid of Cualnge.⁷ And discover ⁸in what way they are in the camp,⁸ whether or no anything has 156 W. 2199. happened to Ferbaeth,^a ¹whether Ferbaeth has reached the camp;¹ ²and inquire for me if the cast I made a while ago reached Ferbaeth or did not reach, and if it did reach him,² ask who ³of the men of Erin³ comes to meet me ⁴to fight and do battle with me at the morning hour early⁴ on the morrow."

Laeg proceeds to Lugaid's tent. Lugaid bids him welcome. ⁵"Welcome to thy coming and arrival, O Laeg," said Lugaid.⁵ "I take that welcome as truly meant," Laeg replied. "It is truly meant for thee," quoth Lugaid, ⁶"and thou shalt have entertainment here to-night."⁶ ⁷"Victory and blessing shalt thou have," said Laeg; "but not for entertainment am I come, but⁷ to hold converse with thee am I come from ⁸thine own friend and companion and⁸ foster-brother, ⁹from Cuchulain,⁹ that thou mayest tell me whether Ferbaeth ¹⁰was smitten."¹⁰ "He was," answered Lugaid, "and a blessing on the hand that smote him, for he fell dead in the valley a while ago." "Tell me who ¹¹of the men of Erin¹¹ comes to-morrow to ¹²combat and¹² fight with Cuchulain ¹³at the morning hour early on the morrow?"¹³ "They are persuading a brother of mine own to go meet him, a foolish, haughty arrogant youth, yet dealing stout blows and stubborn. ¹⁴And he has agreed to do the battle and combat.¹⁴ And it is to this end they will send him to fight Cuchulain, that he, my brother, may fall at his hands, so that I myself must then go to avenge him upon Cuchulain. But I will not go there till the very day of doom. Larinè great-grandson 157 W. 2211. of Blathmac is that brother. ¹And, do thou tell Cuchulain to come to Ferbaeth's Glen and¹ I will go ²thither² to speak with Cuchulain about him," said Lugaid.

³Laeg betook him to where Cuchulain was.³ Lugaid's two horses were taken and his chariot was yoked to them ⁴and⁴ he came ⁵to Glen Ferbaeth⁵ to his tryst with Cuchulain, so that a parley was had between them. ⁶The two champions and battle-warriors gave each other welcome.⁶ Then it was that Lugaid spake: ⁷"There is no condition that could be promised to me for fighting and combating with thee," said Lugaid, "and there is no condition on which I would undertake it, but⁷ they are persuading a brother of mine to come fight thee ⁸on the morrow,⁸ to-wit, a foolish, dull, uncouth youth, dealing stout blows. ⁹They brought him into the tent of Ailill and Medb and he has engaged to do the battle and combat with thee.⁹ ¹⁰He is befooled about the same maiden.¹⁰ And it is for this reason they are to send him to fight thee, that he may fall at thy hands, ¹¹so that we two may quarrel,¹¹ and to see if I myself will come to avenge him upon thee. But I will not, till the very day of doom. And by the fellowship that is between us, ¹²and by the rearing and nurture I bestowed on thee and thou didst bestow on me, bear me no grudge because of Larinè.¹² Slay not my brother ¹³lest thou shouldst leave me brotherless."¹³

"By my conscience, truly," cried Cuchulain, ¹⁴kill him I will not, but¹⁴ the next thing to death will I inflict on him. ¹⁵No worse would it be for him to die than what I 158 W. 2222. will give him."¹⁵ "I give thee leave. ¹It would please me well shouldst thou beat him sorely,¹ for to my dishonour he comes to attack thee."

Thereupon Cuchulain went back and Lugaid returned to the camp ²lest the men of Erin should say it was betraying them or forsaking them he was if he remained longer parleying with Cuchulain.²

Then ³on the next day³ it was that Larinè son of Nos, ⁴brother of Lugaid king of Munster,⁴ was summoned to the tent of Ailill and Medb, and Finnabair was placed by his side. It was she that filled up the drinking-horns for him and gave him a kiss with each draught that he took and served him his food. "Not to every one with Medb is given the drink that is poured out for Ferbaeth or for Larinè," quoth Finnabair; "only the load of fifty wagons of it was brought to the camp."^a

⁵Medb looked at the pair. "Yonder pair rejoiceth my heart," said she.⁵ "Whom wouldst thou say?" asked ⁶Ailill.⁶ "The man yonder, ⁷in truth,"⁷ said she. "What of him?" asked Ailill. "It is thy wont to set the mind on that which is far from the purpose (Medb answered). It were more becoming for thee to bestow thy thought on the couple in whom are united the greatest distinction and beauty to be found on any road in Erin, namely Finnabair, ⁸my daughter,⁸ and Larinè macNois. ⁹'Twould be fitting to bring them together."⁹ "I regard them as thou dost," answered Ailill; ¹⁰"I will not oppose thee herein. He shall have her if only he brings me the 159 head of Cuchulain."^a "Aye, bring it I will," said Larinè.¹⁰ W. 2235. It was then that Larinè shook and tossed himself with joy, so that the sewings of the flock bed burst under him and the mead of the camp was speckled with its feathers.

¹They passed the night there.¹ Larinè longed for day with its full light ²to go² to attack Cuchulain. At the early day-dawn on the morrow he came, ³and the maiden came too to embolden him,³ and he brought a wagon-load of arms with him, and he came on to the ford to encounter Cuchulain. The mighty warriors of the camp and station considered it not a goodly enough sight to view the combat of Larinè; only the women and boys and girls, ⁴thrice fifty of them,⁴ went to scoff and to jeer at his battle.

Cuchulain went to meet him at the ford and he deemed it unbecoming to bring along arms ⁵or to ply weapons upon him,⁵ so Cuchulain came to the encounter unarmed ⁶except for the weapons he wrested from his opponent.⁶ ⁷And when Larinè reached the ford, Cuchulain saw him and made a rush at him.⁷ Cuchulain knocked all of Larinè's weapons out of his hand as one might knock toys out of the hand of an infant. Cuchulain ground and bruised him between his arms, he lashed him and clasped him, he squeezed him and shook him, so that he spilled all the dirt out of him, ⁸so that the ford was defiled with his dung⁸ ⁹and the air was fouled with his dust⁹ and an ¹⁰unclean, filthy¹⁰ wrack of cloud arose in the four airts wherein he was. Then from the middle of the ford Cuchulain hurled Larinè far from him across through the camp ¹¹till he fell into Lugaid's two hands¹¹ at the door of the tent of his brother. 160 W. 2252. Howbeit ¹from that time forth¹ ²for the remainder of his life² he never got up without a ³sigh and a³ groan, and ⁴he never lay down without hurt, and he never stood up without a moan;⁴ ⁵as long as he lived⁵ he never ate ⁶a meal⁶ without plaint, and never thenceforward was he free from weakness of the loins and oppression of the chest and without cramps and the frequent need which obliged him to go out. Still he is the only man that made escape, ⁷yea though a bad escape,⁷ after combat with Cuchulain on the Cualnge Cattle-raid. Nevertheless that maiming took effect upon him, so that it afterwards brought him his death. Such then is the Combat of Larinè on the Táin Bó Cualnge.

XIVb. ¹THE COLLOQUY OF THE MORRIGAN AND CUCHULAIN¹

²Then Cuchulain saw draw near him a young woman with a dress of every colour about her and her appearance was most surpassing. "Who art thou?" Cuchulain asked. "Daughter of Buan ('the Eternal'), the king," she answered. "I am come to thee; I have loved thee for the high tales they tell of thee and have brought my treasures and cattle with me." "Not good is the time thou hast come. Is not our condition weakened through hunger? Not easy then would it be for me to foregather with a woman the while I am engaged in this struggle." "Herein I will come to thy help." "Not for the love of a woman^a did I take this in hand." "This then shall be thy lot," said she, "when I come against thee what time thou art contending with men: In the shape of an eel I will come beneath thy feet in the ford; so shalt thou fall." "More likely that, methinks, than daughter of a king! I will seize thee," said he, "in the fork of my toes till thy ribs are broken, and thou shalt remain in such sorry plight till there come my sentence of blessing on thee." "In the shape of a grey she-wolf will I drive the cattle on to the ford against thee." "I will cast a stone from my sling at thee, so shall it smash 162 thine eye in thy head" (said he), "and thou wilt so remain maimed till my sentence of blessing come on thee." "I will attack thee," said she, "in the shape of a hornless red heifer at the head of the cattle, so that they will overwhelm thee on the waters and fords and pools and thou wilt not see me before thee." "I will," replied he, "fling a stone at thee that will break thy leg under thee, and thou wilt thus be lamed till my sentence of blessing come on thee." Therewith she went from him.²

XV. ¹HERE FOLLOWETH THE COMBAT OF LOCH AND CUCHULAIN ON THE TÁIN,¹ ²AND THE SLAYING OF LOCH SON OF MOFEMIS²

³Then it was debated by the men of Erin who would be fitted to fight and contend with Cuchulain and ward him off from them on the ford at the morning-hour early on the morrow. What they all agreed was that it should be Loch Mor ('the Great') son of Mofemis, the royal champion of Munster.³ W. 2260. It was then that Loch Mor son of Mofemis was summoned ⁴like the rest⁴ to the pavilion of Ailill and Medb, ⁵and he was promised the equal of Mag Murthemni of the smooth field of Mag Ai, and the accoutrement of twelve men, and a chariot of the value of seven bondmaids.⁵ "What would ye of me?" asked Loch. "To have fight with Cuchulain," replied Medb. "I will not go on that errand, for I esteem it no honour nor becoming to attack a tender, young, smooth-chinned, beardless boy. ⁶'Tis not seemly to speak thus to me, and ask it not of me.⁶ And not to belittle him do I say it, but I have ⁷a doughty brother, ⁸the match of himself,"⁸ said Loch,⁷ "a man to confront him, Long macEmonis, to wit, and he will rejoice to accept an offer from you; ⁹and it were fitting 164 for him to contend with Cuchulain for Long has no beard on cheek or lip any more than Cuchulain."⁹

W. 2266. ¹Thereupon¹ Long was summoned to the tent of Ailill and Medb, and Medb promised him great gifts, even livery for twelve men of cloth of every colour, and a chariot worth four^a times seven bondmaids, and Finnabair to wife for him alone, and at all times entertainment in Cruachan, and that wine^b would be poured out for him.

²They passed there that night and he engaged to do the battle and combat, and early on the morrow² went Long ³to the ford of battle and combat³ to seek Cuchulain, and Cuchulain slew him and ⁵they brought him dead into the presence of his brother, namely of Loch. And Loch ⁴came forth and raised up his loud, quick voice and⁴ cried, had he known it was a bearded man that slew him, he would slay him for it.⁵ ⁶And it was in the presence of Medb that he said it.⁶ ⁷"Lead a battle-force against him," Medb cried to her host, "over the ford from the west, that ye may cross, and let the law of fair fight be broken with Cuchulain." The seven Manè the warriors went first, till they saw him to the west of the edge of the ford. He wore his festive raiment on that day and the women clambered on the men that they might behold him. "It grieves me," said Medb. "I cannot see the boy because of whom they go there." "Thy mind would not be the easier for that," quoth Lethrenn, Ailill's horseboy, "if thou shouldst see him." Cuchulain came to the ford as he was. "What man is that yonder, O Fergus?" asked Medb.^c And Medb, too, climbed on the men to get a look 165 W. 2272. at him.⁷ ¹Then¹ Medb called upon ²her handmaid for two woman-bands,² ³fifty or twice fifty³ of her women, to go speak with Cuchulain and to charge him to put a false beard on. The woman-troop went their way to Cuchulain and told him to put a false beard on ⁴if he wished to engage in battle or combat with goodly warriors or with goodly youths of the men of Erin;⁴ ⁵that sport was made of him in the camp for that he had no beard, and that no good warrior would go meet him but only madmen. It were easier to make a false beard:⁵ "For no brave warrior in the camp thinks it seemly to come fight with thee, and thou beardless," ⁶said they.⁶ ⁷"If that please me," said Cuchulain, "then I shall do it."⁷ Thereupon Cuchulain ⁸took a handful of grass and speaking a spell over it he⁸ bedaubed himself a beard ⁹in order to obtain combat with a man, namely with Loch.⁹ And he came onto the knoll overlooking the men of Erin and made that beard manifest to them all, ¹⁰so that every one thought it was a real beard he had.¹⁰ ¹¹"'Tis true," spake the women,^a "Cuchulain has a beard. It is fitting for a warrior to fight with him." They said that to urge on Loch.¹¹ Loch son of Mofemis saw it, and what he said was, "Why, that is a beard on Cuchulain!" "It is what I perceive," Medb answered. Medb promised the same great terms to Loch to put a check to Cuchulain. ¹²"I will not undertake the fight till the end of seven days from this day," exclaimed Loch. "Not fitting is it for us to leave that man unattacked for all that time," Medb answered. "Let us put a warrior every night to spy upon him 166 if, peradventure, we might get a chance at him." This then they did. A warrior went every night to spy upon him and he slew them all. These are the names of the men who fell there: the seven Conall, the seven Oengus, the seven Uargus, the seven Celtri, the eight Fiach, the ten Ailill, the ten Delbrath, the ten Tasach. These are the deeds of that week on Ath Grenca.

Medb sought counsel, what was best to be done with Cuchulain, for she was sore grieved at all of her host that had been slain by him. This is the counsel she took: To despatch keen, high-spirited men at one time to attack him when he would come to an appointment she would make to speak with him. For she had a tryst the next day with Cuchulain, to conclude the pretence of a truce with him in order to get a chance at him. She sent forth messengers to seek him to advise him to come to her, and thus it was that he should come, unarmed, for she herself would not come but with her women attendants to converse with him.

The runner, namely Traigtren ('Strongfoot') ¹son of Traiglethan ('Broadfoot')¹ went to the place where Cuchulain was and gave him Medb's message. Cuchulain promised that he would do her will. "How liketh it thee to meet Medb to-morrow, O Cuchulain?" asked Laeg. "Even as Medb desires it," answered Cuchulain. "Great are Medb's deeds," said the charioteer; "I fear a hand behind the back with her." "How is it to be done ²by us² then?" asked he. "Thy sword at thy waist," the charioteer answered, "that thou be not taken off thy guard. For a warrior is not entitled to his honour-price if he be taken without arms, and it is the coward's law that falls to him in this manner." "Let it be so, then," said Cuchulain.

Now it was on Ard ('the Height') of Aignech which is called Fochard to-day that the meeting took place. Then 167 fared Medb to the tryst and she stationed fourteen men of those that were bravest of her bodyguard in ambush against him. These were they: the two Glassinè, the two sons of Buccridi, the two Ardan, the two sons of Liccè, the two Glasogma, the two sons of Crund, Drucht and Delt and Dathen, Tea and Tascur and Tualang, Taur and Glesè.

Then Cuchulain comes to meet her. The men rise against him. Fourteen spears are hurled at him at the same time. The Hound defends himself, so that neither his skin nor protection (?) is touched and he turns in upon them and kills them, the fourteen men. Hence these are the 'Fourteen men of Fochard.' And they are also the 'Men of Cronech,' for it is in Cronech at Fochard they were slain. And it is of this Cuchulain spake:—

This is the reason why the name Focherd clung to that place, to wit: Fo 'Good' and Cerd 'Art,' which signifieth 'Good the feat of arms' that happened to Cuchulain there.

Then came Cuchulain and he overtook ¹the hosts¹ pitching camp, and there were slain the two Daigri, the two Anli and the four Dungai of Imlech. And there Medb began to urge on Loch: "Great is the scorn that is made of thee," said she, "that the man that killed thy brother should be destroying our host ²here before thee² and thou not 168 attack him. For sure we are that such as he yonder, that great and fierce madman, will not be able to withstand the valour and rage of a warrior such as thou art. And, further, from one and the same instructress the art was acquired by you both."¹²

W. 2283. "I will go forth and attack him," cried Loch. Loch went to attack Cuchulain, ¹to take vengeance on him for his brother,¹ ²for it was shown him that Cuchulain had a beard;² so they met on the ford where Long had fallen. "Let us move to the upper ford," said Loch, "for I will not fight on this ford," since he held it defiled, ³cursed and unclean,³ the ford whereon his brother had fallen. ⁴Now when Cuchulain came to look for the ford, the men drove the cattle across.⁴ ⁵"The cattle⁵ ⁶will be across thy water here to-day," said Gabran⁶ ⁷the poet.⁷ ⁸Hence cometh Ath Tarteise ('the Ford over thy Water') and Tir Mor Tarteise ('the Great Land over thy Water').⁸ Thereafter they fought on the upper ford ⁹between Methè and Cethè at the head of Tir Mor,⁹ ¹⁰and they were for a long space and time at their feats wounding and striking each other.¹⁰

Then it was that the Morrigan daughter of ¹¹Aed¹¹ Ernmas came from the fairy dwellings to destroy Cuchulain. For she had threatened on the Cattle-raid of Regomain ^a that she would come to undo Cuchulain what time he would be ¹³in sore distress¹³ when engaged in ¹⁴battle and¹⁴ combat with a goodly warrior, ¹⁵with Loch,¹⁵ in the course of the Cattle-spoil of Cualnge. Thither then the Morrigan 169 W. 2293. came in the shape of a white, ¹hornless,¹ red-eared heifer, with fifty heifers about her and a chain of silvered bronze between each two of the heifers. ²She bursts upon the pools and fords at the head of the cattle. It was then that Cuchulain said, "I cannot see the fords for the waters."² The women ³came with their strange sorcery, and³ constrained Cuchulain by geasa and by inviolable bonds ⁴to check the heifer for them⁴ lest she should escape from him without harm. Cuchulain made an unerring cast ⁵from his sling-stick⁵ at her, so that he shattered one of the Morrigan's eyes.

⁶Now when the men met on the ford and began to fight and to struggle, and when each of them was about to strike the other,⁶ the Morrigan came thither in the shape of a slippery, black eel down the stream. Then she came on the linn and she coiled ⁷three folds⁷ ⁸and twists⁸ around the ⁹two⁹ feet ¹⁰and the thighs and forks¹⁰ of Cuchulain, ¹¹till he was lying on his back athwart the ford¹¹ ¹²and his limbs in the air.¹²

While Cuchulain was busied freeing himself ¹³and before he was able to rise,¹³ Loch wounded him crosswise through the breast, ¹⁴so that the spear^a went through him¹⁴ ¹⁵and the ford was gore-red with his blood.¹⁵ ¹⁶"Ill, indeed," cried Fergus, "is this deed in the face of the foe. Let some of ye taunt him, ye men," he cried to his people, "to the end that he fall not in vain!"

Bricriu Nemthenga ('Of the Venom-tongue') son of Carbad 170 arose and began to revile Cuchulain. "Thy strength has gone from thee," said he, "when a little salmon overthrows thee even now when the Ulstermen are about to come out of their 'Pains.'¹⁶ ¹Hard it would be for thee to take on thee warrior's deeds in the presence of the men of Erin and to repel a stout warrior clad in his armour!"¹

²Then² ³at this incitation³ ⁴Cuchulain arose,⁴ ⁵and with his left heel he smote the eel on the head,⁵ ⁶so that its ribs broke within it⁶ ⁷and he destroyed one half of its brains after smashing half of its head.⁷ ⁸And the cattle were driven by force past the hosts to the east and they even carried away the tents on their horns at the thunder-feat the two warriors made on the ford.⁸

W. 2302. The Morrigan next came in the form of a rough, grey-red bitch-wolf ⁹with wide open jaws⁹ ¹⁰and she bit Cuchulain in the arm¹⁰ ¹¹and drove the cattle against him westwards,¹¹ ¹²and Cuchulain made a cast of his little javelin at her, strongly, vehemently, so that it shattered one eye in her head.¹² During this space of time, whether long or short, while Cuchulain was engaged in freeing himself, Loch wounded him ¹³through the loins.¹³ Thereupon Cuchulain chanted a lay.^a

¹⁴Then did Cuchulain to the Morrigan the three things he had threatened her on the Cattle-raid of Regomain,¹⁴ and his anger arose within him and he ^*LL. fo. 75a. wounded Loch with the Gae Bulga ('the Barbed-spear'), so that it passed through 171 W. 2307. his heart in his breast. ¹For truly it must have been that Cuchulain could not suffer the treacherous blows and the violence of Loch Mor the warrior, and he called for the Gae Bulgae from Laeg son of Riangabair. And the charioteer sent the Gae Bulga down the stream and Cuchulain made it ready. And when Loch heard that, he gave a lunge down with his shield, so that he drove it over two-thirds deep into the pebbles and sand and gravel of the ford. And then Cuchulain let go the Barbed-spear upwards, so as to strike Loch over the border of his hauberk and the rim of his shield.¹ ²And it pierced his body's covering, for Loch wore a horn skin when fighting with a man,² ³so that his farther side was pierced clear after his heart had been thrust through in his breast.³

⁴"That is enough now," spake Loch; "I am smitten by that.⁴ ⁵For thine honour's sake⁵ ⁶and on the truth of thy valour and skill in arms,⁶ grant me a boon now, O Cuchulain," said Loch. "What boon askest thou?" "'Tis no boon of quarter nor a prayer of cowardice that I make of thee," said Loch. "But fall back a step from me ⁷and permit me to rise,⁷ that it be on my face to the east I fall and not on my back to the west toward the warriors of Erin, to the end that no man of them shall say, ⁸if I fall on my back,⁸ it was in retreat or in flight I was before thee, for fallen I have by the Gae Bulga!" "That will I do," answered Cuchulain, "for 'tis a ⁹true⁹ warrior's prayer that thou makest."

And Cuchulain stepped back, ¹⁰so that Loch fell on his face, and his soul parted from his body and Laeg despoiled him.¹⁰ ¹¹Cuchulain cut off his head then.¹¹ Hence cometh 172 W. 2314. the name the ford bears ever since, namely Ath Traged ('Foot-ford') in Cenn Tire Moir ('Great Headland'). ¹It was then they broke their terms of fair fight that day with Cuchulain, when five men went against him at one time, namely the two Cruaid, the two Calad and Derothor. All alone, Cuchulain killed them. Hence cometh Coicsius Focherda ('Fochard's Fortnight') and Coicer Oengoirt ('Five Warriors in one Field'). Or it may be, fifteen days Cuchulain passed in Fochard and it is hence cometh Coicsius Focherda on the Táin.¹

And deep distress^a possessed Cuchulain that day ²more than any other day² for his being all alone on the Táin, ³confronting four of the five grand provinces of Erin,³ ⁴and he sank into swoons and faints.⁴ Thereupon Cuchulain enjoined upon Laeg his charioteer to go to the men of Ulster, that they should come to defend their drove. ⁵And, on rising, this is what he said:⁵ ⁶"Good, O Laeg, get thee to Emain to the Ulstermen, and bid them come henceforward to look after their drove for I can defend their fords no longer. For surely it is not fair fight nor equal contest for any man for the Morrigan to oppose and overpower him and Loch to wound and pierce him."⁶ And weariness of heart and weakness overcame him, and he gave utterance to a lay:—

"Bring this word to Conchobar dear,

I am weak, with wounded sides.

Greatly has he changed in mien,

Dechtire's fond, rich-trooped son!

"I alone these cattle guard,

Leave them not, yet hold them not.

Ill my plight, no hope for me,

Thus alone on many fords!

"Showers of blood rain on my arms,

Full of hateful wounds am I.

No friend comes to help me here,

Save my charioteer alone!

"Few make music here for me,

Joy I've none in single horn.

When the mingled trumpets sound,^a

This is sweetest from the drone!

"This old saying, ages old:—

'Single log gives forth no flame;'

Let there be a two or three,

Up the firebrands all will blaze!

"One sole log burns not so well

As when one burns by its side.

Guile can be employed on one;

Single mill-stone doth not grind!

"Hast not heard at every time,

'One is duped'?—'tis true of me.

That is why I cannot last

These long battles of the hosts!

"However small a host may be,

It receives some thought and pains;

Take but this: its daily meat

On one fork is never cooked!

"Thus alone I've faced the host,

By the ford in broad Cantire;

Many came, both Loch and Badb,

As foretold in 'Regomain!'^b

"Loch has mangled my two thighs;

Me the grey-red wolf hath bit;

Loch my sides^c has wounded sore,

And the eel has dragged me down!

"With my spear I kept her off;

I put out the she-wolf's eye;

And I broke her lower leg,

At the outset of the strife!

This then is the Combat of Loch Mor ('the Great') son of Mofemis against Cuchulain on the Driving of the Kine of Cualnge.

XVI. ¹THE VIOLATION OF THE AGREEMENT¹

²Then were five men sent against Cuchulain on the morrow to contend with him and he killed them, so that they fell by his hand, and 'the Five of Cenn Cursighi' was their name.² W. 2400. Then it was that Medb despatched six men at one and the same time to attack Cuchulain, to wit: Traig ('Foot') and Dorn ('Fist') and Dernu ('Palm'), Col ('Sin') and Accuis^a ('Curse') and Eraisè ('Heresy'), three druid-men and three druid-women, ³their three wives.³ Cuchulain attacked them, ⁴the six of them, and struck off their six heads,⁴ so that they fell at his hands ⁵on this side of Ath Tire Moire ('Big Land's Ford') at Methè and Cethè.⁵

⁶Then it was that Fergus demanded of his sureties that fair-dealing should not be broken with Cuchulain. And it was there that Cuchulain was at that time,⁶ ⁷that is, at Delga Murthemni. Then Cuchulain killed Fota in his field, Bomailcè on his ford, Salach in his homestead, Muinè in his fort, Luar in Lethbera, Fertoithle in Toithle. These are the names of these lands forever, every place in which each man of them fell.⁷

Forasmuch as covenant and terms of single combat had been broken with Cuchulain, Cuchulain took his sling in hand that day and began to shoot at the host from Delga ('the Little Dart') in the south, ⁸in Murthemne.⁸ Though 176 W. 2406. numerous were the men of Erin on that day, not one of them durst turn his face southwards ¹towards Cuchulain, towards the side where he was¹ ²between Delga and the sea,² whether dog, or horse, or man. ³So that he slew an hundred warriors till came the bright hour of sunrise on the morrow.³

XVIa. ¹THE HEALING OF THE MORRIGAN¹

W. 2410. ²Great weariness came over Cuchulain after that night, and a great thirst, after his exhaustion.² Then it was that the Morrigan, daughter of Emmas, came from the fairy dwellings, in the guise of an old hag, ³with wasted knees, long-legged,³ ⁴blind and lame,⁴ engaged in milking a ⁵tawny,⁵ three-teated ⁶milch⁶ cow before the eyes of Cuchulain.^a And for this reason she came in this fashion, that she might have redress from Cuchulain. For none whom Cuchulain ever wounded recovered therefrom without himself aided in the healing. Cuchulain, maddened with thirst, begged her for a milking. She gave him a milking of one of the teats ⁷and straightway Cuchulain drank it.⁷ "May this be a cure in time for me, ⁸old crone," quoth Cuchulain, "and the blessing of gods and of non-gods upon thee!" said he;⁸ and one of the queen's eyes became whole thereby. He begged the milking of ⁹another⁹ teat. ¹⁰She milked the cow's second teat and¹⁰ gave it to him and ¹¹he drank it and said,¹¹ "May she straightway be sound that gave it." ¹²Then her head was healed so that it was whole.¹² He begged a third drink 178 W. 2418. ¹of the hag.¹ ²She milked the cow's third teat² and gave him the milking of the teat ³and he drank it.³ "A blessing on thee of gods and of non-gods, O woman! ⁴Good is the help and succour thou gavest me."⁴ ⁵And her leg was made whole thereby.⁵ ⁶Now these were their gods, the mighty folk: and these were their non-gods, the folk of husbandry.⁶ And the queen was healed ⁷forthwith.⁷ ⁸"Well, Cuchulain,⁸ ⁹thou saidst to me," spake the Morrigan, "I should not get healing ¹⁰nor succour¹⁰ from thee forever." "Had I known it was thou," Cuchulain made answer, "I would never have healed thee." Or, it may be Drong Conculainn ('Cuchulain's Throng') on Tarthesc is the name of this tale in the Reaving of the Kine of Cualnge.⁹

¹¹Then it was she alighted in the form of a royston crow on the bramble that grows over Grelach Dolair ('the Stamping-ground of Dolar') in Mag Murthemni. "Ominous is the appearance of a bird in this place above all," quoth Cuchulain. Hence cometh Sgè nah Einchi ('Crow's Bramble') as a name of Murthemne.¹¹

Then Medb ordered out the hundred ¹²armed¹² warriors ¹³of her body-guard¹³ at one and the same time to assail Cuchulain. Cuchulain attacked them all, so that they fell by his hand ¹⁴at Ath Ceit Cuilè ('Ford of the First Crime').¹⁴ "It is a dishonour for us that our people are slaughtered in this wise," quoth Medb. "It is not the first destruction that has befallen us from that same man," replied Ailill. Hence Cuilenn Cind Duni ('The Destruction of the Head 179 W. 2426. of the Dûn') is henceforth the name of the place where they were,¹ the mound whereon Medb and Ailill tarried that night.¹ Hence Ath Cro ('Gory Ford') is the name of the ford where they were, ²and Glass Cro ('River of Gore') the name of the stream.² And fittingly, too, because of the abundance of gore and blood that went with the flow of the river.

XVII. THE GREAT ROUT ON THE PLAIN OF MURTHEMNE FOLLOWETH HERE BELOW

W. 2431. ¹That night¹ the warriors of four of the five grand provinces of Erin pitched camp and made their station in the place called Breslech Mor ('the Great Rout') in the Plain of Murthemne. Their portion of cattle and spoils they sent on before them to the south to the cow-stalls of Ulster. ^*LL. fo. 76a. Cuchulain took station at Ferta ('the Gravemound') at Lerga ('the Slopes') hard by them. And his charioteer kindled him a fire on the evening of that night, namely Laeg son of Riangabair. Cuchulain saw far away in the distance the fiery glitter of the bright-golden arms over the heads of four of the five grand provinces of Erin, in the setting of the sun in the clouds of evening. Great anger and rage possessed him at their sight, because of the multitude of his foes, because of the number of his enemies ²and opponents, and because of the few that were to avenge his sores and his wounds upon them.²

³Then Cuchulain arose and³ he grasped his two spears and his shield and his sword. He shook his shield and brandished his spears and wielded his sword and sent out the hero's shout from his throat, so that the fiends and goblins and sprites of the glens and demons of the air gave answer for the fearfulness of the shout ⁴that he lifted on 181 W. 2444. high,⁴ until Nemain, ¹which is Badb,¹ brought confusion on the host. The warriors of the four provinces of Erin made such a clangour of arms with the points of their spears and their weapons that an hundred ²strong, stout-sturdy² warriors of them fell dead that night of fright and of heartbreak in the middle of the camp and quarters ³of the men of Erin at the awfulness of the horror and the shout which Cuchulain lifted on high.³

As Laeg stood there he descried something: A single man coming from the north-eastern quarter athwart the camp of the four grand provinces of Erin making directly for him. "A single man here cometh towards us now, Cucucan," cried Laeg. "But what manner of man is he?" Cuchulain asked. "Not hard to say," ⁴Laeg made answer.⁴ "A great, well-favoured man, then. Broad, close-shorn hair upon him, and yellow and curly his back hair. A green mantle wrapped around him. A brooch of white silver^a in the mantle over his breast. A kirtle of silk fit for a king, with red interweaving of ruddy gold he wears trussed up on his fair skin and reaching down to his knees. ⁵A great one-edged sword in his hand.⁵ A black shield with hard rim of silvered bronze thereon. A five-barbed spear in his hand. A pronged bye-spear beside it. Marvellous, in sooth, the feats and the sport and the play that he makes. But him no one heeds, nor gives he heed to any one. ⁶No one shows him courtesy nor does he show courtesy to any one,⁶ like as if none saw him in the camp of the four grand provinces of Erin." "In sooth, O fosterling," answered Cuchulain, "it is one of my friends of fairy kin ⁷that comes⁷ to take pity upon me, because they know the great distress wherein I am now all alone against the four grand provinces of Erin on the Plunder of the Kine of 182 W. 2463. Cualnge, ¹killing a man on the ford each day and fifty each night, for the men of Erin grant me not fair fight nor the terms of single combat from noon of each day."¹

Now in this, Cuchulain spoke truth. When the young warrior was come up to Cuchulain he bespoke him and condoled with him ²for the greatness of his toil and the length of time he had passed without sleep.² ³"This is brave of thee, O Cuchulain," quoth he. "It is not much, at all," replied Cuchulain. "But I will bring thee help," said the young warrior. "Who then art thou?" asked Cuchulain. "Thy father from Faery am I, even Lug son of Ethliu." "Yea, heavy are the bloody wounds upon me; let thy healing be speedy."³ "Sleep then awhile, O Cuchulain," said the young warrior, "thy heavy fit of sleep by Ferta in Lerga ('the Gravemound on the Slopes') till the end of three days and three nights and I will oppose the hosts during that time." ⁴He examined each wound so that it became clean. Then he sang him the 'men's low strain' till Cuchulain fell asleep withal. It was then Lug recited⁴ ⁵the Spell-chant of Lug.⁵

Accordingly Cuchulain slept his heavy fit of sleep at 'the Gravemound on the Slopes' till the end of three days and three nights. And well he might sleep. Yet as great as was his sleep, even so great was his weariness. For from the Monday before Samain^a ('Summer-end') even to the Wednesday after Spring-beginning,^b Cuchulain slept not for all that space, except for a brief snatch after mid-day, leaning against his spear, and his head on his 183 W. 2475. fist, and his fist clasping his spear, and his spear on his knee, ^*LL. fo. 76b. but hewing and cutting, slaying and destroying four of the five grand provinces of Erin during that time.

Then it was that the warrior ¹from Faery¹ laid plants from the fairy-rath and healing herbs and put a healing charm into the cuts and stabs, into the sores and gaping wounds of Cuchulain, so that Cuchulain recovered during his sleep without ever perceiving it.

XVIIa. THE SLAUGHTER OF THE YOUTHS OF ULSTER^a

W. 2482. That was the time the youths came out of the north from Emain Macha ¹to the help of Cuchulain.¹ Thrice fifty boys of the sons of the kings of Ulster, accompanying Follomain, Conchobar's son, and three battles they offered to the hosts, so that thrice their number fell and the youths also fell, save Conchobar's son Follomain. Follomain vowed that never till the very day of doom and of life would he return to Emain unless he should bring Ailill's head with him together with the diadem of gold that was on it. That was no easy thing for him to achieve, for the two sons of Bethè son of Ban—the two sons of Ailill's foster-mother and foster-father ²to whom King Ailill's diadem had been entrusted²—attacked and wounded ³Follomain,³ so that he fell by their hands. This then is the Massacre of the youths of Ulster and of Follomain son of Conchobar.

Touching Cuchulain, he remained in his sound, heavy sleep till the end of three days and three nights at the 'Gravemound on the Slopes.' Thereafter Cuchulain arose from his sleep. He passed his hand over his face and he became as a wild^b wheel-thunder (?) from his crown to the ground, and he felt his courage strengthened, and he would have 185 W. 2497. been able to go into an assembly or on a march or to a tryst with a woman or to an ale-house or into one of the chief assemblies of Erin. "How long am I asleep now, young warrior?" Cuchulain asked. "Three days and three nights," the young warrior made answer. "Woe is me for that!" quoth Cuchulain. "Why so?" asked the young warrior. "For that the hosts have not been attacked in that time," answered Cuchulain. "Nay, not so were they spared," the young warrior made answer. "I would fain inquire who then attacked them?" Cuchulain asked. "The youths came hither out of the north from Emain Macha, thrice fifty boys accompanying Follomain, Conchobar's son, and they the sons of the kings of Ulster. And three battles they offered the hosts in the space of the three days and three nights wherein thou wast till now asleep, and thrice their number are fallen at their hands and the youths themselves are fallen except Follomain ¹alone,¹ Conchobar's son. And Follomain vowed that never till the very day of doom and of life ³would he return ²north² to Emain Macha till he carried off Ailill's head with the diadem of gold which was on it. Howbeit not such was his luck, for he fell at the hands of the two sons of Bethè son of Ban, after engaging in battle with them."³

"Alas, that I was not ⁴there⁴ in my strength!" cried Cuchulain; "for had I been in my strength the youths would not have fallen, as now they have, and Follomain would not have perished." "But this avow, O Cucan,"^a ⁵said the young warrior;⁵ "it is no reproach to thine honour and no disgrace to thy valour." "Bide here this night with us, young warrior," said Cuchulain, "that together we avenge the youths on the hosts." "Nay then, I may not tarry," answered the 186 W. 2515. young warrior. ¹"Why so?" asked Cuchulain. "Easy to say," replied the young warrior;¹ "for however prodigious the deeds of valour and skill in arms one may perform in thy company, not on him will fall the glory nor the honour nor the fame but on thyself. For this reason will I not tarry with thee, but do thou thyself try thy feats of arms ²and the strength of thy hands² alone on the hosts, for not with them is the power over thy life on this occasion."

³Then the young warrior from Faery went from him and they knew not what way he had gone. "Good, O my master Laeg," said Cuchulain; "together we will go to avenge the youths on the hosts." "I will go with thee," Laeg made answer.³ "And the scythed chariot, my friend Laeg," said Cuchulain. "Canst thou get it ready? If thou canst get it ready and hast its equipment, make it ready, and if its equipment is not at hand, make it not ready."

XVIIb. THE SCYTHED CHARIOT

W. 2525. Thereupon the charioteer arose and donned his yeoman's suit for charioteering. Of this ^*LL. fo. 77a. yeoman's suit for charioteering, this is what he put on him: His soft kirtle of skin which was light and airy, which was smooth and sparkling, which was stitched and of buckskin, so that it hindered not the movements of his arms outside. Over that he put outside an over-mantle of raven's feathers, which Simon Magus had made ¹as a gift¹ ²for Darius² ³Nero,³ king of the Romans. Darius bestowed it upon Conchobar; Conchobar gave it to Cuchulain; Cuchulain presented it to ⁴Laeg son of Riangabair,⁴ his charioteer. The same charioteer took the crested, plated, four-bordered battle-cap with variety of every colour and every figure, reaching ⁵down⁵ over the middle of his shoulders behind. It was an adornment for him and not an encumbrance. With his hand he placed the red-yellow frontlet—like one red-golden strip of glowing gold smelted over the edge of an anvil—on his forehead as a token of charioteering, to distinguish him from his master. He opened the hobbles that fastened his steeds and grasped his gold-mounted goad in his right hand. In his left hand he seized the lines, that is, the bridle-reins of his horses for restraining his steeds before performing his charioteering.

W. 2542. He next threw the iron-sheathed gold-bedecked coats of mail over his horses, so that they covered them from forehead to forehand. ¹The chariot was¹ ²studded with² dartlets, lancelets, spearlets, and hardened spits, so that every portion of the frame bristled with points in that chariot and every corner and end and point and face of that chariot was a passage of laceration.

Then cast he a spell of concealment over his horses and over his fellow, so that they were not visible to any one in the camp, while all in the camp were visible to them, ³and over this veil of protection he wounded each one and through it and behind it.³ Well indeed was it that he cast that charm, for on that day the charioteer had to perform the three gifts of charioteership, namely leaping over a cleft in the ranks, unerring driving, and the handling of the goad.

Then ⁴arose⁴ the champion and battle-warrior and the instrument of Badb's corpse-fold^a among the men of the earth,^c Cuchulain son of Sualtaim, and he donned his war-dress of battle and fight and combat. To that war-dress of battle and fight and combat which he put about him belonged seven and twenty^b waxed, board-like, equally close skin-tunics which were girded by cords and swathings and ropes on his fair skin, to the end that his wit and reason might not become deranged when the violence of his nature came over him.

Over him he put on the outside his battle-girdle of a champion, of tough, tanned, stout leather cut from the forequarters of seven ox-hides of yearlings, so that it reached from the slender parts of his waist to the stout part under 189 W. 2562. his arm-pits. He was used to wear it to keep off spears and points and irons and lances and arrows. For in like manner they would bound back from it as if from stone or rock or horn they rebounded. Then he took his silken, glossy trews with their band of spotted pale-gold against the soft lower parts of his loins. His brown, well-sewn kilt of brown leather from the shoulders of four ox-hides of yearlings, with his battle-girdle of cow-skins, he put underneath over the shining silken trews on the outside, ¹so that it covered him from the slender part of his waist to the thick part of his thighs and reached up to the battle-belt of the hero.¹ Then the king-hero ^*LL. fo. 77a. ²and king-warrior² seized his battle-arms of battle and fight and combat. This is what belonged to those warlike weapons of battle: He took his eight little swords together with the bright-faced, tusk-hilted straightsword ³along with his quiver;³ he took his eight little spears besides his five-pronged spear; he took his eight little darts together with his javelin with its walrus-tooth ornaments; he took his eight little shafts along with his play-staff; he took his eight shields for feats together with his dark-red bent-shield, whereon a show-boar could lie in its hollow boss, with its very sharp, razor-like, keen-cutting, hard ⁴iron⁴ rim all around it, so that it would cut a hair against the stream because of its sharpness and fineness and keenness. When the young warrior would perform the edge-feat withal, it was the same whether he cut with his shield or his spear or his sword. Next he put round his head his crested war-helm of battle and fight and combat, ⁵wherein were four carbuncle-gems on each point and each end to adorn it,⁵ whereout was uttered the cry of an hundred young warriors with the long-drawn wail from each of its angles and corners. 190 W. 2583. For this was the way that the fiends, the goblins and the sprites of the glens and the demons of the air screamed before and above and around him, what time he went forth for the shedding of blood of heroes and champions, ¹exulting in the mighty deeds wrought underneath it¹. His veil of concealment was thrown over him then, of raiment from Tir Tairngirè ('the Land of Promise') which had been brought to him ²as a gift² by Manannan son of Ler ('the Sea') from the king of Tir na Sorcha ('the Land of Light'), ³his foster-father in magic³. ⁴His fair, purple-red fan was placed in front of his face. Past it and through it and over it everything was visible to him and no one wounded him past it nor through it nor over it⁴.

Then took place the first twisting-fit ⁵and rage⁵ of ⁶the royal hero⁶ Cuchulain, so that he made a terrible, many-shaped, wonderful, unheard of thing of himself. His flesh trembled about him like a pole against the torrent or like a bulrush against the stream, every member and every joint and every point and every knuckle of him from crown to ground. He made a mad whirling-feat of his body within his hide. His feet and his shins and his knees slid so that they came behind him. His heels and his calves and his hams shifted so that they passed to the front. The muscles of his calves moved so that they came to the front of his shins, so that each huge knot was the size of a soldier's balled fist. He stretched the sinews of his head so that they stood out on the nape of his neck, and as large as the head of a month-old child was each of the hill-like lumps, huge, incalculable, vast, immeasurable.

He next made a ruddy bowl of his face and his countenance. He gulped down one eye into his head so that it 191 W. 2603. would be hard work if a wild crane succeeded in drawing it out on to the middle of his cheek from the rear of his skull. Its mate sprang forth till it came out on his cheek, ¹so that it was the size of a five-fist kettle, and he made a red berry thereof out in front of his head.¹ His mouth was distorted monstrously ²and twisted up to his ears². He drew the cheek from the jaw-bone so that the interior of his throat was to be seen. His lungs and his lights stood out so that they fluttered in his mouth and his gullet. He struck a mad lion's blow with the upper jaw ³on its fellow³ so that as large as a wether's fleece of a three year old was each ⁴red,⁴ fiery flake ⁵which his teeth forced⁵ into his mouth from his gullet. There was heard the loud clap of his heart against his breast like the yelp of a howling bloodhound or like a lion going among bears. ^*LL. fo. 78a. There were seen the ^atorches of the Badb,^a and the rain clouds of poison, and the sparks of glowing-red fire, ⁶blazing and flashing⁶ in hazes and mists over his head with the seething of the truly-wild wrath that rose up above him. His hair bristled all over his head like branches of a redthorn thrust into a gap in a great hedge. Had a king's apple-tree laden with royal fruit been shaken around him, scarce an apple of them all would have passed over him to the ground, but rather would an apple have stayed stuck on each single hair there, for the twisting of the anger which met it as it rose from his hair above him. The Lon Laith ('Champion's Light') stood out of his forehead, so that it was as long and as thick as a warrior's whetstone, ⁷so that it was as long as his nose, till he got furious handling the shields, thrusting out the charioteer, destroying the hosts.⁷ As high, as thick, as strong, as steady, as long as the sail-tree of some huge 192 W. 2623. prime ship was the straight spout of dark blood which arose right on high from the very ridgepole of his crown, so that a black fog of witchery was made thereof like to the smoke from a king's hostel what time the king comes to be ministered to at nightfall of a winter's day.

When now this contortion had been completed in Cuchulain, then it was that the hero of valour sprang into his scythed war-chariot, with its iron sickles, its thin blades, its hooks and its hard spikes, with its hero's fore-prongs, with its opening fixtures, with its stinging nails that were fastened to the poles and thongs and bows and lines of the chariot, ¹lacerating heads and bones and bodies, legs and necks and shoulders.¹

It was then he delivered ²over his chariot² the thunder-feat of a hundred and the thunder-feat of two hundred and the thunder-feat of three hundred and the thunder-feat of four hundred, and he ceased at the thunder-feat of five hundred. For he did not deem it too much that such a great number should fall by his hand at his first onset and first battle-assault on four of the five grand provinces of Erin, ³while avenging on them the slaughter of the youths and of Follomain son of Conchobar,³ In such wise fared he forth for to seek his foes, and he drove his chariot in a wide circuit round about the hosts of the four grand provinces of Erin. And he led his chariot a heavy way. The chariot's iron wheels sank into the ground so that ⁴the earth dug up by the iron wheels⁴ might have served for a dûn and a fortress, so did the chariot's iron wheels cut into the ground. For in like manner the clods and boulders and rocks and the clumps and the shingle of the earth arose up outside on a height with the iron wheels. It was for this cause he made this circling ⁵hedge⁵ of the Badb 193 W. 2646. round about the hosts of four of the five grand provinces of Erin, that they might not escape him nor get away before he would come on them to press a reprisal for the boys. And he went into the midst of the ranks and mowed down huge walls of the corpses of his foes ¹and enemies and opponents¹ in a great circle round about the host. And he made the onslaught of a foe amongst foes upon them, so that they fell sole to sole, neck to neck, ²arm to arm, elbow to elbow, and rib to rib, ³such was the closeness of their bodies,³ and there were pools of ruddy blood where they moved.² Thrice again in this manner he circled them round, so that he left them in beds of six in a great ring around them, even the soles of three to the backs of three men in a circle around the camp. Hence Sessrech Bresligè ('Great sixfold Slaughter')^a is the name of this event on the Táin, and it is one of the three unreckonable events of the Táin, which were, to wit, Sessrech Bresligè, Immsligè Glennamnach ('the Mutual Slaying at Glennamain'), and the battle of Garech ^*LL. fo. 78b. and Ilgarech; only that here, hound and horse and man were one to him ⁴in the great rout on Mag Murthemni that night avenging the youths on four of the five grand provinces of Erin.⁴

What others say is that Lug son of Ethliu fought on Cuchulain's side at the Sessrech Bresligè.

Their number is not known and it cannot be reckoned how many fell there of the rabble rout, but only their chiefs have been counted. Here below are their names, to wit:—

The two Cruad, two Calad, two Cir, two Ciar, two Ecell, three Cromm, three Cur, three Combirgè, four Feochar, four Furachar, four Cassè, four Fota, five Caur, five Cerman, 194 W. 2679. five Cobtach, six Saxan, six Duach, six Darè, ¹six Dunchadh, six Daimiach,¹ seven Rochad, seven Ronan, seven Rurthech, eight Rochlad, eight Rochtad, eight Rindach, ²eight Corprè,² eight Malach, nine Daigith, nine Darè, nine Damach, ten Fiach, ten Fiacach, ten Fedlimid.

Ten and six-score^b kings, ³leaders and men of the land,³ Cuchulain laid low in the great slaughter on the Plain of Murthemne, besides a countless horde of dogs and horses and women and boys and children and common folk; for there escaped not a third man of the men of Erin ⁴without a wound or a hurt or a blueing or a reddening or a lump or a mark or breaking of thigh or of leg or of shinbone,⁴ without having hip-bone broken or half his skull or an eye hurt, or without an enduring mark for the course of his life. ⁵And he left them then after inflicting that battle upon them, without having his blood drawn or wound brought on himself or on his charioteer or on either of his horses.⁵

XVIIc. ¹THE ACCOUNT OF THE APPEARANCE OF CUCHULAIN¹

W. 2706. ²Early² the next morning Cuchulain came to observe the host and to display his comely, beautiful form to the matrons and dames and girls and maidens and poets and men of art,^a for he did not consider it an honour nor becoming, the ³wild,³ proud shape of magic which had been manifested to them the night before. It was for that then that he came to exhibit his comely, beautiful form on that day.

Truly fair was the youth that came there to display his form to the hosts, Cuchulain, to wit son of Sualtaim ⁴son of Boefoltach ('Of little possessions') son of Morfoltach ('Of great possessions') son of Red Neil macRudhraidi.⁴ Three heads of hair he wore; brown at the skin, blood-red in the middle, a golden-yellow crown what thatched it. Beautiful was the arrangement of the hair, with three coils of hair wound round the nape of his neck, so that like to a strand of thread of gold was each thread-like, loose-flowing, deep-golden, magnificent, long-tressed, splendid, beauteous-hued hair as it fell down over his shoulders. A hundred bright-purple windings of gold-flaming red gold at his neck. A hundred salmon-coloured (?) cords strung with carbuncles as a covering round his head. Four spots on either of his two cheeks, even a yellow spot, and a green spot, and a blue spot, 196 W. 2722. and a purple spot. Seven jewels of the eye's brilliance was either of his kingly eyes. Seven toes to either of his two feet. Seven fingers to either of his two hands, with the clutch of hawk's claw, with the grip of hedgehog's talon in every separate one of them.

He also put on him that day his fair-day dress. To this apparel about him belonged, namely, a beautiful, well-fitting, purple, fringed, five-folded mantle. A white brooch of ¹silvered bronze or of¹ white silver incrusted with burnished gold over his fair white breast, as if it were a full-fulgent lantern that eyes of men could not behold ^*LL. fo. 79a. for its resplendence and crystal shining. A ²striped² chest-jacket of silk on his skin, fairly adorned with borders and braidings and trimmings of gold and silver and silvered bronze; it reached to the upper hem of his dark, brown-red warlike breeches of royal silk. A magnificent, brown-purple buckler he bore, ³with five wheels of gold on it,³ with a rim of pure white silver around it. A gold-hilted hammered sword ⁴with ivory guards, raised high at his girdle⁴ at his left side. A long grey-edged spear together with a trenchant bye-spear for defence, with thongs for throwing and with rivets of whitened bronze, alongside him in the chariot. Nine heads he bore in one of his hands and ten in the other, and these he brandished before the hosts in token of his prowess and cunning. ⁵This then was a night's attack for Cuchulain on the hosts of four of the five provinces of Erin.⁵ Medb hid her face beneath a shelter of shields lest Cuchulain should cast at her that day.

Then it was that the maidens ⁶of Connacht⁶ besought the men of Erin to lift them up on the flat of the shields above the warriors' shoulders; ⁷and the women ⁸of Munster⁸ clomb on the men⁷ to behold the aspect of 197 W. 2746. Cuchulain. For they marvelled at the beautiful, comely appearance he showed them that day compared with the low, arrogant shape of magic in which they had seen him the night before.

XVIId. DUBTHACH'S JEALOUSY^a

W. 2749. ¹And Dubthach's wife prayed to be lifted to regard the form of Cuchulain.¹ Then it was that jealousy, ill-will and envy possessed Dubthach Doel ('the Black-tongue')^b of Ulster because of his wife ²in regard to Cuchulain; for he saw his wife climb on the men to get a glimpse of Cuchulain;² and he counselled the hosts to act treacherously towards Cuchulain and to entrap him, even to lay up an ambush around him on all sides to the end that he might fall by them. And he spake these words:—

Fergus macRoig heard this and he deemed it an outrage that Dubthach should counsel how to betray Cuchulain to the hosts. And he reached him a strong, sharp kick with his foot away from him, so that Dubthach struck with his mouth against the group outside. And Fergus reproached him for all the wrongs and iniquities and treachery and shameful deeds he had ever done to the Ulstermen of old and anew. And then he spake these words:—

XVIII. ¹THE SLAYING OF OENGUS SON OF OENLAM¹

W. 2814. Then it was that a very bold young warrior of the Ulstermen came nigh the hosts; his bye-name was Oengus son of Oenlam Gabè ('the One-handed Smith'). And he drove the hosts before him from Moda Loga, which at that time was called Lugmud, to Ath da Fert ('the Ford of the Two Gravemounds') in Sliab Fuait. ²And he suffered them not to go by, but he showered them with stones.² What scholars say is: If Oengus son of Oenlam Gabè had fought them in single combat, ³two-thirds of³ the host would have fallen before that by him in single battle ⁴at Emain Macha.⁴ Howbeit it was by no means so that they acted, but they attacked him from ambush on every side, till he fell at their hands ⁵in unequal fight⁵ at Ath da Fert in Sliab Fuait.

XVIIIa. HERE NOW IS TOLD THE MISTHROW AT BELACH EOIN.

W. 2823. Then came to them Fiacha Fialdana ('the Generous and Intrepid') of the Ulstermen to speak with the son of his mother's sister, namely with Manè Andoè ('the Unslow') of the Connachtmen. And thus he came, and Dubthach Doel ('the Black Tongue') of Ulster with him. It was in this wise that Manè Andoè came, and Dochè son of Maga along with him. When now Dochè macMagach espied Fiacha Fialdana, he straightway hurled a spear at him, but so that it went through his own friend, through Dubthach Doel of Ulster. Then Fiacha Fialdana hurled a spear at Dochè macMagach, so that it went through his own friend, through Manè Andoè of Connacht. Thereupon said the men of Erin: "A mishap in throwing," they said, "is what hath happened to the men, for each of them to kill his friend and nearest relation." Hence this is entitled Imroll Belaig Eoin ('the Misthrow at Bird-pass'). And 'the Other Misthrow at Bird-pass' is another name for it.

¹Or it may be this from which cometh Imroll Belaig Eoin: The hosts proceed to Belach Eoin ('Bird-pass'). Their two troops wait there. Diarmait macConchobar of the Ulstermen comes from the north. "Let a horseman start from you," cries Diarmait, "that Manè may come with one man to parley with me, and I will go with another man to parley with him." A while thereafter they 203 meet "I am come," says Diarmait, "from Conchobar, with commands to Ailill and Medb that they let the cows go and make good all the ill they have done here and bring hither the bull^a from the west to meet the other bull,^b to the end that they may encounter, since Medb has pledged it." "I will go," says Manè, "to tell them." He takes this message to Medb and Ailill. "This cannot be had of Medb," Manè reported. "Let us make a fair exchange of arms, then," says Diarmait, "if perchance that pleaseth thee better." "I am content," replies Manè. Each of them casts his spear at the other so that both of them die, and hence the name of this place is Imroll Belaig Eoin. Their forces rush upon one another. Three-score of each force fall. Hence is Ard in Dirma ('the Height of the Troop').¹

XVIIIb. HERE NOW FOLLOWETH THE DISGUISING OF TAMON

W. 2837. Then said the men of Erin to Tamon the fool that he should don the garments of Ailill and the king's golden shawl, and go to the ford that was close before them. So he put the garments and golden shawl of Ailill upon him. ¹Ailill's people placed the king's diadem on the head of Tamon the fool, for Ailill dared not wear it himself,¹ and he went on to the ford under their eyes. The men of Erin began to scoff and to shout and jeer at him. "It is a disguising of Tamon ('a Stump') for thee, O Tamon the fool," they cried, "with the dress and the golden shawl of Ailill upon thee!" When Cuchulain saw him, it seemed to him in his ignorance and lack of knowledge that it was Ailill himself that was there. And he slung a stone from his staff-sling at him so that ²his head was broken thereby² and Tamon the fool was smitten lifeless where he was on the ford. Hence Ath Tamuin ('the Ford of a Stump') ³is the name of that ford ever since³ and 'the Disguising of Tamon' ⁴is the name of the tale.⁴

XIX. ¹THE BATTLE OF FERGUS AND CUCHULAIN¹

W. 2851. The hosts of the four grand provinces of Erin pitched camp and entrenched themselves for that night at the pillar-stone in Crich Roiss ('the Borders of Ross'). Then Medb called upon the men of Erin for one of them to contend and do battle with Cuchulain on the morrow. And every one of them spake thus: "It shall not be I! it shall not be I!" ²cried each from his place.² "No victim is owing from my people, ³and even if one were it would not be myself whom ye would send as a victim in his stead.³ ⁴I will not be the man to go in his place to fight with Cuchulain till the very day of doom and of life!"⁴

Thereupon Medb summoned Fergus to ⁵go forth and⁵ contend and fight with Cuchulain, ⁶to drive him off from them on the ford⁶ ⁷at the early morning-hour⁷ ⁸on the morrow,⁸ for that the men of Erin had failed her ⁹to go and do battle with him.⁹ "Ill would it befit me," quoth Fergus, "to fight with a callow young lad without any beard, and mine own disciple, ¹⁰the fosterling of Ulster,¹⁰ ¹¹the foster-child that sat on Conchobar's knee, the lad from Craeb Ruad ('Red Branch')."¹¹ Howbeit Medb 206 W. 2861. murmured sore that Fergus foreswore her combat and battle. ¹They filled him with wine till he was heavily drunken and then they questioned him about going to the combat.¹ They bode the night in that place. Early on the morrow Fergus arose, ²since they importuned him urgently,² ³and his horses were got ready for him and his chariot harnessed³ and he fared forth to the place of combat where Cuchulain was.

⁴When now⁴ Cuchulain saw him coming nigh, ⁵this is what he said:⁵ ⁶"Welcome thine arrival and thy coming, O my master Fergus," spoke Cuchulain. "Truly given we esteem thy greeting," Fergus answered. "It is truly given for thee, O Fergus" said Cuchulain; "and thou shalt have a night's lodging here this night." "Success and a blessing attend thee, O fosterling; not for hospitality from thee am I come, but to fight and do battle with thee."⁶ "A vain surety ^*LL. fo. 80a. is the one wherewith my master Fergus comes to me; for no sword is in the sheath of the great staff he bears." It was true what he said. A year before this tale,^a ⁷before the expedition of the Táin,⁷ Ailill had found Fergus going to a tryst with Medb on the hillside in Cruachan and his sword on a ⁸branch⁸ near by him. And Ailill had torn the sword from its sheath and put a wooden sword in its stead and vowed he would not restore him the sword till came the day of the great battle, ⁹when the men of Erin would clash in the great battle of the Cualnge Cattle-raid at Garech and Ilgarech.⁹ ¹⁰"It is a perilous thing for thee to come to a place of fight, O my master Fergus, without thy sword."¹⁰ "It matters not to me, O fosterling," replied Fergus; "for had I a sword in this, it never would cut thee nor be plied on thee. But, by 207 W. 2874. the honour and training I bestowed upon thee and the Ulstermen and Conchobar bestowed, ¹by the troth of thy valour and knighthood¹ I adjure thee, give way before me this day in the presence of the men of Erin!" "Truly I am loath ²to do that,"² answered Cuchulain, "to flee before any one man on the Cattle-spoil of Cualnge." "Nay then it is not a thing to be taken amiss by thee," said Fergus; "for I in my turn will retreat before thee when thou wilt be covered with wounds and dripping with gore and pierced with holes in the battle of the Táin. And when I alone shall turn in flight ³before thee,³ so will all the men of Erin also flee ⁴before thee in like manner."⁴ So zealous was Cuchulain to do whatever made for Ulster's weal that he had his chariot brought to him, and he mounted his chariot and he went in confusion and flight ⁵from Fergus in the presence⁵ of the men of Erin. ⁶As far as Grellach Dolluid ('the Stamping-place at Dolluid') he fled, in order that Fergus might give way before him on the day of the battle.⁶ ⁷When⁷ the men of Erin saw that, ⁸they were joyful, and what they said was this:⁸ "He is fled from thee! He is fled from thee, O Fergus!" cried all. "Pursue him, pursue him ⁹quickly,⁹ O Fergus," Medb cried, "that he do not escape thee." "Nay then," said Fergus, "I will pursue him no further. ¹⁰It is not like a tryst. Yon fellow is too speedy for me.¹⁰ For however little ye may make of the flight I have put him to, none of the men of Erin, ¹¹not even four of the five provinces of Erin¹¹ could have obtained so much as that of him on the Cow-creagh of Cualnge. For this cause, till the men of Erin take turns in single combat, I will not engage again with this same man." Hence here we have the ¹²'White¹² 208 W. 2891. Battle' of Fergus ¹on the Táin thus far; and it is for this cause it is called the 'White Battle,' because no 'blood on weapons'^a resulted therefrom.¹ ²They continue their march past Cuchulain and pitch camp in Crich Roiss.²

XIXa. HERE NOW COMETH THE HEAD-PLACE OF FERCHU

W. 2893. Ferchu Longsech ('the Exile'), ¹a wonderful warrior from Loch Ce, outlawed from his land by Ailill and Medb,¹ although of the Connachtmen, was engaged in battle and plunder with Ailill and Medb. From the day these came to the kingship, there never was a time that he fared to their camp or took part in their expeditions or shared in their straits or their needs or their hardships, but he was ever at their heels, pillaging and plundering their borders and land. At that time he sojourned in the eastern part of Mag Ai. Twelve^a men was his muster. He learned that a single man checked and stopped four of the five grand provinces of Erin from Monday at Summer's end till the beginning of Spring, slaying a man on the ford every one of those days and a hundred warriors every night. He weighed his plan privily with his people. "What better plan could we devise?" quoth he, "than to go and attack yonder man that checketh and stoppeth four of the five grand provinces of Erin, and bring his head and his arms with us to Ailill and Medb? However great the injuries and wrongs we have done to Ailill and Medb, we shall obtain our peace therefor, if only that man fall by our hand." ²He made no doubt that if Cuchulain fell through him, the eastern territory of Connacht would be his.² Now this was the 210 W. 2908. resolve they took, and they proceeded to where Cuchulain was ¹at Ath Aladh ('Speckled Ford') on the Plain of Murthemne.¹ And when they came, ²they espied the lone warrior and knew that it was Cuchulain.² It was not fair fight nor combat with one they vouchsafed him, but at one and the same time the twelve men fell upon him ³so that their spears sank up to their middles into his shield.³ Cuchulain on his part ⁴drew his sword from the sheath of the Badb to attack them, and he fell to to cut away their weapons and to lighten his shield. Then he⁴ turned on them, ⁵front and back, to the left and the right,⁵ and straightway he smote off their twelve heads; ⁶and he engaged in a furious, bloody and violent battle with Ferchu himself, after killing his people. And not long did it avail Ferchu thus, for he fell at last by Cuchulain,⁶ ⁷and Cuchulain cut off Ferchu's head to the east of the ford.⁷ And he set up twelve stones in the earth for them, and he put the head of each one of them on its stone and he likewise put Ferchu Longsech's head on its stone. Hence Cinnit Ferchon Longsig is ⁸henceforth the name of⁸ the place where Ferchu Longsech left his head ⁹and his twelve men theirs and their arms and their trophies,⁹ to wit, Cenn-aitt Ferchon ('the Head-place of Ferchu').

XIXb. ¹MANN'S FIGHT¹

²Medb despatched Mann son of Muresc son of Darè, of the Dommandach, to fight with Cuchulain. Own brothers were he and Daman, Ferdiad's father. A man, rough, inordinate in eating and sleeping was this Mann. An ill-tongued foul-mouthed man like Dubthach Doel ('Black-tongue') of Ulster. A man, stout, mighty, with strength of limb like Munremur ('Thick-neck') son of Gerrcend ('Short-head'). A fiery champion like Triscoth, the strong man of Conchobar's household. "I will go," said he, "and unarmed, and I will grind him between my hands, for I consider it no honour nor credit to use arms against a beardless madcap such as he."

Therewith he went to attack Cuchulain. There he was, himself and his charioteer on the ford watching the host. "A lone warrior approacheth us here," cried Laeg to Cuchulain. "What manner of man?" asked Cuchulain. "A dark, black man, strong, bull-like, and he unarmed." "Let him go by thee," said Cuchulain. At that he comes nigh them. "To fight with thee am I come," Mann announced. Therewith they fell to wrestling for a long time, and thrice Mann threw Cuchulain, till the charioteer incited Cuchulain. "Were it the champion's portion thou wast contending for in 212 Emain," spake Laeg, "thou wouldst be all powerful over the young bloods in Emain!" At these words the hero's wrath and warrior's rage returned to Cuchulain, so that he overcame Mann at the pillar-stone and he fell to pieces in morsels. Hence cometh Mag Mandachta ('the Plain of Mann's death').²

XIXc. ¹THE COMBAT OF CALATIN'S CHILDREN¹

W. 2918. Then was it debated by the men of Erin who would be fit to contend and cope with Cuchulain at the morning hour early on the next day. What they all said was, that Calatin Dana ('the Bold') would be the one, with his seven and twenty sons and his grandson^a Glass macDelga. Thus were they: Poison was on every man of them and poison on every weapon of their arms; and not one of them missed his throw, and there was no one on whom one of them drew blood that, if he succumbed not on the spot, would not be dead before the end of the ninth day. Great gifts were promised to them for engaging to do battle and to contend ^*LL. fo. 80b. ²with Cuchulain.² And they took the matter in hand, and it should be in the presence of Fergus that the covenant would be made. But Fergus refused to have part therein, for what they ³all³ contended was that they would hold it as a single combat, ⁴a combat, to wit, of⁴ Calatin Dana and his seven and twenty sons and his grandson Glass macDelga; for their contention was that his son was a limb of his limbs and a part of his parts, and that to Calatin Dana belonged all that proceeded from his body.

Fergus betook himself to his tent and to his people and he breathed his sigh of weariness aloud. "Grievous it 214 W. 2935. seems to us, the deed to be done here on the morrow," quoth Fergus. "What deed may that be?" asked his people. "The slaying of Cuchulain," answered Fergus. "Alas," said they, "who should kill him?" "Calatin Dana," he replied, "with his seven and twenty sons and his grandson Glass macDelga. For this is their nature: Poison is on every man of them and poison on every weapon of their arms; and there is no one on whom one of them draws blood, that, if he succumb not on the spot, will not be dead before the end of the ninth day. And there is no one ¹of you¹ that would go and learn for me and be witness of the battle and fight and bring me news how Cuchulain died on whom I would not bestow my blessing and armour." "I will go thither," spake Fiachu son of Ferfebè.

They abode so that night. Early on the morrow Calatin Dana arose with his seven and twenty sons and his grandson Glass macDelga, and they went forward to where Cuchulain was. And there went also Fiachu son of Ferfebè. And when Calatin arrived at the place where Cuchulain was, they forthwith hurled their nine and twenty spears, and not one of them went past him by a misthrow. Cuchulain played the edge-feat with his shield, so that all the spears sank up to their middles into the shield. But for all that theirs was no erring cast, not one of the spears was blooded or reddened upon him. Thereupon Cuchulain drew ²his² sword from the sheath of the Badb, to cut away the weapons and lighten the shield that was on him. While thus engaged, they rushed in upon him and delivered their nine and twenty right fists at the same time on his head. They smote him and curbed him withal, till his face and his countenance and visage met the sand and gravel of the ford. Cuchulain raised his warrior's shout aloud and his cry of unequal combat, so that there was not an Ulsterman 215 W. 2962. alive ¹in the camp¹ of those that were not asleep but heard it. Then ²when they all had reached for their swords,² came Fiachu son of Ferfebè ³after them out of the camp,³ and he saw what they did and a qualm of ⁴love and⁴ the bond of kindred came over him, and ⁵when he saw all their hands raised against Cuchulain, he leaped from his chariot and⁵ drew his sword from the sheath of the Badb and dealt them a blow, so that he cut off their nine and twenty right fists from them at one stroke, and they all fell backwards from the intensity of the exertion and hold which they had.

Cuchulain raised his head and drew breath and gave a sigh of weariness and perceived who it was that had come to his aid. "A ready relief, O foster-brother, ⁶what thou hast done,"⁶ said Cuchulain. "Although for thee a ready relief," said Fiachu, "yet is it not so for us. Even though we are the best division of three thousand of the Clann Rudraige in the camp and station of the men of Erin, ⁷nevertheless this small thing is a breach of covenant in us men of Ulster. If one of Calatin's children reaches the camp,⁷ we shall all be brought under the mouth of spear and of sword, however feeble thou mayst deem the blow I struck, if this treason be found in us." "I give my word," quoth Cuchulain; "so soon as I raise my head and draw breath, ⁸not a man of them shall reach the camp alive,⁸ and unless thou thyself tellest the tale not one of these ever will tell it!"

With that, Cuchulain turned on them, and he fell to smiting and hewing them, so that he sent them ^*LL. fo. 81a. from him in small disjointed pieces and divided quarters eastwards and westwards along the ford. A single man got away from him, trusting to his speed while Cuchulain was busied 216 W. 2981. beheading the rest; it was Glass macDelga. And Cuchulain raced after him like a blast of wind, and Glass ran on round the tent of Ailill and Medb, and all he could pant out was, "Fiach! Fiach!"^a when Cuchulain fetched him a stroke that cut off his head.

"'Tis quick work was made of that man," quoth Medb. "What debt was that he spoke of, O Fergus?" "I know not," Fergus answered, "unless it be some one in the camp and quarters that owed him a debt. It is that which troubled his mind. But be that as it may," continued Fergus, "it is a debt of blood and flesh for him. And upon my word," Fergus added, "now are his debts paid to him for good and all!"

In this wise fell Calatin Dana ('the Bold') at the hands of Cuchulain, together with his seven and twenty sons and his grandson Glass macDelga ¹and the two sons of Ficcè with them, two bold warriors of Ulster who had come to use their strength on the host.¹ So that for evermore in the bed of the ford is still the rock whereabout they had their strife and struggle ²and their slaughtering of each other;² and the mark of their sword-hilts is in it and of their knees and their elbows ³and their fists³ and the butt-ends of their spears. ⁴And their nine and twenty standing stones were set up there.⁴ Hence Fuil Iairn ('Blood of Iron') to the west^b of Ath Firdead ('Ferdiad's Ford') is the name of the ford. It is for this it is called Fuil Iairn, because of the 'blood over weapons'^c that was there.

Thus far then ⁵this exploit on the Táin,⁵ the Combat of the Clann Calatin ⁶of his children and his grandson with Cuchulain,⁶ ⁷when they went to do battle with Cuchulain.⁷

XX. THE COMBAT OF FERDIAD ¹AND CUCHULAIN¹

²The four grand provinces of Erin were side by side and against Cuchulain, from Monday before Samain-tide^a to Wednesday after Spring-beginning, and without leave to work harm or vent their rage on the province of Ulster, while yet all the Ulstermen were sunk in their nine days' 'Pains,' and Conall Cernach ('the Victorious') sought out battle in strange foreign lands paying the tribute and tax of Ulster. Great was the plight and strait of Cuchulain during that time, for he was not a day or a night without fierce, fiery combat waged on him by the men of Erin, until he killed Calatin with his seven and twenty sons and Fraech son of Fiadach and performed many deeds and successes which are not enumerated here. Now this was sore and grievous for Medb and for Ailill.²

W. 3001. Then the men of Erin took counsel who would be fit ³to send to the ford³ to fight and do battle with Cuchulain, ⁴to drive him off from them⁴ at the morning hour early on the morrow.

⁵With one accord⁵ they declared that it should be Ferdiad son of Daman son of Darè, the great and valiant warrior of the men of Domnann, ⁶the horn-skin from Irrus Domnann, the irresistible force, and the battle-rock of destruction, the own, dear, foster-brother of Cuchulain.⁶ 218 W. 3005. ¹And fitting it was for him to go thither,¹ for well-matched and alike was their manner of fight and of combat. Under the same instructresses had they done skilful deeds of valour and arms, when learning the art with Scathach ('the Modest') and with Uathach ('the Dreadful') and with Aifè ('the Handsome'). ²Yet was it the felling of an oak with one's fists, and the stretching of the hand into a serpent's nest, and a spring into the lair of a lion, for hero or champion in the world, aside from Cuchulain, to fight or combat with Ferdiad on whatever ford or river or mere he set his shield.² And neither of them overmatched the other, save in the feat of the Gae Bulga ('the Barbed Spear') which Cuchulain possessed. Howbeit, against this, Ferdiad was horn-skinned when fighting and in combat with a warrior on the ford; ³and they thought he could avoid the Gae Bulga and defend himself against it, because of the horn about him of such kind that neither arms nor multitude of edges could pierce it.³

Then were messengers and envoys sent ⁴from Medb and Ailill⁴ to Ferdiad. Ferdiad denied them their will, and dismissed and sent back the messengers, and he went not with them, for he knew wherefore they would have him, to fight and combat with his friend, with his comrade and foster-brother, ⁵Cuchulain.⁵

Then did Medb despatch the druids ⁶and the poets of the camp,⁶ the lampoonists and hard-attackers,^a for Ferdiad, to the end that they might make three satires to stay him and three scoffing speeches against him, ⁷to mock at him and revile and disgrace him,⁷ that they might raise three blisters on his face, Blame, Blemish and Disgrace, ⁸that he might not find a place in the world to lay his head,⁸ 219 W. 3021. if he came not ¹with them¹ ²to the tent of Medb and Ailill on the foray.²

Ferdiad came with them for the sake of his own honour and ³for fear of their bringing shame on him,³ forasmuch as he deemed it better to fall by the shafts of valour and bravery and skill, than to fall by the shafts of satire, abuse and reproach. And when ⁴Ferdiad⁴ was come ⁵into the camp,⁵ ⁶Medb and Ailill beheld him, and great and most wonderful joy possessed them, and they sent him to where their trusty people were, and ⁶he was honoured and waited on, and choice, well-flavoured strong liquor was poured out for him till he became drunken and merry. ⁷Finnabair, daughter of Ailill and Medb, was seated at his side. It was Finnabair that placed her hand on every goblet and cup Ferdiad quaffed. She it was that gave him three kisses with every cup that he took. She it was that passed him sweet-smelling apples over the bosom of her tunic. This is what she ceased not to say, that her darling and her chosen sweetheart of the world's men was Ferdiad.⁷ ⁸And when Medb got Ferdiad drunken and merry,⁸ great rewards were promised him if he would make the fight and combat.

⁹When now Ferdiad was satisfied, happy and joyful, it was that Medb spoke: "Hail now, Ferdiad. Dost know the occasion wherefore thou art summoned to this tent?" "I know not, in truth," Ferdiad replied; "unless it be that the nobles of the men of Erin are here. Why is it less fitting for me to be here than any other good warrior?" "'Tis not that, forsooth," answered Medb: "but to give thee⁹ a chariot worth four^a times seven bondmaids, and the apparel of two men and ten men, of cloth of every colour, 220 W. 3028. and the equivalent ¹of the Plain of Murthemne¹ of the rich Plain of Ai, ²and that thou shouldst be at all times in Cruachan, and wine be poured out for thee there; the freedom of thy descendants and thy race forever,² free of tribute, free of rent, without constraint to encamp or take part in our expeditions, ^*LL. fo. 81b. without duress for ³thy son, or for thy grandson, or for thy great-grandson, till the end of time and existence;³ ⁴this leaf-shaped golden brooch of mine shall be thine, wherein are ten-score ounces, and ten-score half ounces, and ten-score scruples, and ten-score quarters;⁴ Finnabair, ⁵my daughter and Ailill's,⁵ to be thine own one wife, ⁶and mine own most intimate friendship, if thou exactest that withal." "He needs it not," they cried, one and all; "great are the rewards and gifts!"⁶

²Then said they, one and all, those gifts were great. ³"'Tis true, they are great.³ But though they are," said 223 W. 3113. Ferdiad, "with Medb herself I will leave them, and I will not accept them if it be to do battle or combat with my foster-brother, the man of my alliance and affection, ¹and my equal in skill of arms,¹ namely, with Cuchulain." And he said:—

"Greatest toil, ²this, greatest toil,²

Battle with the Hound of gore!

Liefer would I battle twice

With two hundred men of Fal!

"Sad the fight, ²and sad the fight,²

I and Hound of feats shall wage!

We shall hack both flesh and blood;

Skin and body we shall hew!

"Sad, O god, ²yea, sad, O god,²

That a woman should us part!

My heart's half, the blameless Hound;

Half the brave Hound's heart am I!

"By my shield, ²O, by my shield,²

If Ath Cliath's brave Hound should fall,

I will drive my slender glaive

Through my heart, my side, my breast!

"By my sword, ²O, by my sword,²

If the Hound of Glen Bolg fall!

No man after him I'll slay,

Till I o'er the world's brink spring!

"By my hand, ²O, by my hand!²

Falls the Hound of Glen in Sgail,

Medb with all her host I'll kill,

And then no more men of Fal!

"By my spear, ²O, by my spear!²

Should Ath Cro's brave Hound be slain,

I'll be buried in his grave;

May one grave hide me and him!

³"Liefer would I, ²liefer far,²

Arms should slay me in fierce fight,

Than the death of heroes' Hound,"^a

Should be food for ravenous birds?³

"Tell him this, ²O, tell him this,²

To the Hound of beauteous hue,

Fearless Scathach hath foretold

My fall on a ford through him!

"Ye men," spake Medb, in the wonted fashion of stirring up disunion and dissension, ⁴as if she had not heard Ferdiad at all,⁴ "true is the word Cuchulain speaks." "What word is that?" asked Ferdiad. "He said, then," replied Medb, "he would not think it too much if thou shouldst fall by his hands in the choicest feat of his skill in arms, in the land whereto he should come." "It was not just for him to speak so," quoth Ferdiad; "for it is not cowardice or lack of boldness that he hath ever seen in me ⁵by day or by night.⁵ ⁶And I speak not so to him, for I have it not to say of him.⁶ And I swear by my arms ⁷of valour,⁷ if it be true that he spoke so, I will be the first man of the men of Erin to contend with him on the morrow, ⁸how loath soever I am to do so!"⁸

⁹And he gave his word in the presence of them all that he would go and meet Cuchulain. For it pleased Medb, if Ferdiad should fail to go, to have them as a witness against him, in order that she might say it was fear or dread that caused him to break his word.⁹ "A blessing ¹⁰and victory¹⁰ upon thee for that!" said Medb; "it pleaseth me more than for thee to show fear and lack of boldness. For every man loves his own land, and how is it better for him to seek the welfare of Ulster, ¹¹because his mother was descended from the Ulstermen,¹¹ than for thee to seek the welfare of Connacht,² ¹²as thou art the son of a king of Connacht?"¹²

Then it was that Medb obtained from Ferdiad the easy 225 W. 3163. surety of a covenant to fight and contend on the morrow with six warriors ¹of the champions of Erin,¹ or to fight and contend with Cuchulain alone, if to him this last seemed lighter. Ferdiad obtained ²of Medb² the easy surety, ³as he thought,³ to send the aforesaid six men for the fulfilment of the terms which had been promised him, should Cuchulain fall at his hands.

⁴There was a wonderful warrior of the Ulstermen present at that covenant, and that was Fergus macRoig. Fergus betook him to his tent. "Woe is me, for the deed that will be done on the morning of the morrow!" "What deed is that?" his tent-folk asked. "My good fosterling Cuchulain will be slain!" "Good lack! who makes that boast?" "Not hard to say: None other but his dear, devoted foster-brother, Ferdiad son of Daman. Why bear ye not my blessing," Fergus continued, "and let one of you go with a warning and mercy to Cuchulain, if perchance he would leave the ford on the morn of the morrow?" "As we live," said they; "though it were thyself was on the ford of battle, we would not go near him to seek thee." "Come, my lad," cried Fergus, "get our horses for us, and yoke the chariot!"⁴

Then were Fergus' horses fetched for him and his chariot was yoked, and he came forward to the place ⁵of combat⁵ where Cuchulain was, to inform him ⁶of the challenge, that Ferdiad was to fight with him.⁶

⁷"A chariot cometh hither towards us, O Cuchulain!" cried Laeg. For in this wise was the gilla, with his back towards his lord. He used to win every other game of draughts and of chess from his master. Watch and guard of the four airts was he besides. "What manner of chariot is it?" 226 asked Cuchulain. "A chariot like to a royal fort, huge, with its yoke, strong, golden; with its great board of copper; with its shafts of bronze; with its thin-framed, dry-bodied box (?) ... set on two horses, black, swift, stout, strong-forked, thick-set, under beautiful shafts. One kingly, broad-eyed warrior is the combatant in the chariot. A curly, forked beard he wears that reaches below outside over the smooth lower part of his soft tunic, which would shelter fifty warriors on a day of storm and rain under the heavy shield of the warrior's beard. A bent buckler, white, beautiful, of many colours, he bears, with three stout-wrought chains, so that there is room from edge to edge for four troops of ten men behind the leather of the shield which hangs upon the broad back of the warrior. A long, hard-edged, broad, red sword in a sheath woven and twisted of white silver, over the ... of the battle-warrior. A strong, three-ridged spear, wound and banded with all-gleaming white silver he has lying across the chariot."

"Not difficult to recognize him," said Cuchulain: "'tis my master Fergus that cometh hither with a warning and with compassion for me, before all the four provinces of Erin."

W. 3172. Fergus drew nigh and sprang from his chariot.⁷ Cuchulain bade him welcome. ^*LL. fo. 82a. "Welcome is thy coming, O my master Fergus!" cried Cuchulain. ¹"If a flock of birds comes into the plain, thou shalt have a duck with half of another. If a fish comes into the river-mouths, thou shalt have a salmon with half of another. A handful of water-cress and a bunch of laver and a sprig of sea-grass and a drink of cold water from the sand thou shalt have thereafter." "Tis an outlaw's portion, that," said Fergus. "Tis true; 'tis an outlaw's portion is mine," answered Cuchulain.¹ "Truly intended, methinks, the welcome, O 227 W. 3174. fosterling," said Fergus. "But, ¹were it for this I came, I should think it better to leave it.¹ It is for this I am here, to inform thee who comes to fight and contend with thee at the morning hour early on the morrow." "E'en so will we hear it from thee," said Cuchulain. "Thine own friend and comrade and foster-brother, the man thine equal in feats and in skill of arms and in deeds, Ferdiad son of Daman son of Darè, the great and mighty warrior of the men of Domnann." ²"As my soul liveth,"² replied Cuchulain, "it is not to an encounter we wish our friend to come, and ³not for fear, but for love and affection of him;³ ⁴and almost I would prefer to fall by the hand of that warrior than for him to fall by mine."⁴ "It is even for that," answered Fergus, "thou shouldst be on thy guard and prepared. ⁵Say not that thou hast no fear of Ferdiad, for it is fitting that thou shouldst have fear and dread before fighting with Ferdiad.⁵ For unlike all to whom it fell to fight and contend with thee on the Cualnge Cattle-raid on this occasion is Ferdiad son of Daman son of Darè, ⁹for he hath a horny skin about him ⁶in battle against a man,⁶ ⁷a belt,⁷ ⁸equally strong, victorious in battle,⁸ and neither points nor edges are reddened upon it⁹ ¹⁰in the hour of strife and anger. For he is the fury of a lion, and the bursting of wrath, and the blow of doom, and the wave that drowneth foes."¹⁰ ¹²"Speak not thus!" cried Cuchulain, "for I swear ¹¹by my arms of valour,¹¹ the oath that my people swear, that every limb and every joint will be as soft as a pliant rush in the bed of a river under the point of sword, if he show himself to me on the ford!¹² Truly am I here," said Cuchulain, "checking and 228 W. 3185. staying four of the five grand provinces of Erin from Monday at^a Summer's end till^b the beginning of spring, ¹and I have not left my post for a night's disport, through stoutly opposing the men of Erin on the Cattle-lifting of Cualnge.¹ And in all this time, I have not put foot in retreat before any one man ²nor before a multitude,² and methinks just as little will I turn foot in flight before him."

³And thus spake he, that it was not fear of Ferdiad that caused his anxiety for the fight, but his love for him. ³And, on his part, so spake Fergus, putting him on his guard ⁴because of Ferdiad's strength,⁴ and he said these words and Cuchulain responded:—

¹After that,¹ Fergus returned to the camp and halting-place ²of the men of Erin,² ³lest the men of Erin should say he was betraying them or forsaking them, if he should remain longer than he did conversing with Cuchulain. And they took farewell of each other.³

⁴Now as regards the charioteer of Cuchulain ⁵after Fergus went from them:⁵ "What wilt thou do to-night?" asked Laeg. "What, indeed?" said Cuchulain. "It will be thus" (said the charioteer) "Ferdiad will come to attack thee, with new beauty of plaiting and dressing of hair, and washing and bathing, and the four provinces of Erin with him to look at the combat. I would that thou wouldst go where thou wilt get a like adorning for thyself, to the place where is Emer Foltchain ('Emer of the Beautiful Hair,' thy wife), ⁶daughter of Forgal Monach,⁶ 230 at Cairthenn in Cluan da Dam, ('two Oxen's Meadow') in Sliab Fuait, ¹where thou wilt get even such an adorning for thyself."¹ ²"It is fitting to do so," said Cuchulain.² Then Cuchulain went thither that night ³to Dundelgan,³ and passed the night with his wife. His doings from that time are not related here now.⁴

W. 3235. ⁵As for⁵ Ferdiad, he betook himself to his tent and to his people, and imparted to them the easy surety which Medb had obtained from him to do combat and battle with six warriors on the morrow, or to do combat and battle with Cuchulain alone, if he thought it a lighter task. He made known to them also the fair terms he had obtained from Medb of sending the same six warriors for the fulfilment of the covenant she had made with him, should Cuchulain fall by his hands.

⁶The folk of Ferdiad were not joyful, blithe, cheerful or merry that night,⁶ ^*LL. fo. 82b. but they were sad, sorrowful and downcast, for they knew that where the two champions and the two bulwarks in a gap for a hundred, ⁷the two pillars of battle and strife of the men of Erin⁷ ⁸of that time⁸ met in combat, one or other of them would fall there or both would fall, and if it should be one of them, they believed it would be ⁹their king and⁹ their own lord ¹⁰that would fall there,¹⁰ for it was not easy to contend and do battle with Cuchulain on the Raid for the Kine of Cualnge.

Ferdiad slept right heavily the first part of the night, but when the end of the night was come, his sleep and his heaviness left him. And the anxiousness of the combat and the battle came upon him. ¹¹But most troubled in spirit was he that he should allow all the treasures to pass from him, and the maiden, by reason of combat with one 231 man. Unless he fought with that one man, he must needs fight with six champions on the morrow. What tormented him more than that was, should he once show himself on the ford to Cuchulain he was certain he would never have power of head or of life ever after. And Ferdiad arose early on the morrow.¹¹ W. 3252. And he charged his charioteer to take his horses and to yoke his chariot. The charioteer sought to dissuade him ¹from that journey.¹ ²"By our word,"² said the gilla, "'twould be better for thee^a ³to remain than to go thither," said he; "for, not more do I commend it for thee than I condemn it."³ "Hold thy peace about us, boy!" quoth Ferdiad, ⁴"for we will brook no interference from any one concerning this journey.⁴ ⁵For the promise we gave to Medb and Ailill in the presence of the men of Erin, it would shame us to break it; for they would say it was fear or dread that caused us to break it. And, by my conscience, I would almost liefer fall myself by Cuchulain's hand than that he should fall by mine on this occasion. And should Cuchulain fall by my hand on the ford of combat, then shall Medb and many of the men of Erin fall by my hand because of the pledge they extorted from me, and I drunken and merry.⁵ And in this manner he spake, ⁶conversing with the charioteer,⁶ and he uttered these words, ⁷the little lay that follows, urging on the charioteer,⁷ and the henchman responded:—

Ferdiad's horses were now brought forth and his chariot was hitched, and he set out ²from the camp² for the ford of battle when yet day with its full light had not come there for him. ³"My lad," spake Ferdiad, "it is not fitting that we make our journey without bidding farewell to the men of Erin. Turn the horses and the chariot for us towards the men of Erin." Thrice the servant turned the heads of the horses and the chariot towards the men of Erin. Then he came upon Medb letting her water from her on the floor of the tent. "Ailill, sleepest thou still?" asked Medb. "Not so!" replied Ailill. "Dost hear thy new son-in-law taking farewell, of thee?" "Is that what he doth?" asked Ailill. "'Tis that, verily," Medb made answer; "but I swear by what my tribe swears, not on the same feet will the man who makes that greeting come back to you." "Howbeit, we have profited by a happy alliance of marriage with him," quoth Ailill; "if only Cuchulain falls by his hand, I should be pleased if they both fell, yet would I prefer that Ferdiad should escape."

Ferdiad came to the ford of combat. "Look, my lad!" said Ferdiad, "is Cuchulain on the ford?" "That he 233 is not," replied the gilla. "Look well for us," said Ferdiad. "Cuchulain is not a little speck where he would be in hiding," answered the gilla. "'Tis true, then, my lad; till this day Cuchulain hath not heard of a goodly warrior coming to meet him on the Cow-spoil of Cualnge, and now when he has heard of one, he has left the ford."

"Shame for thee to slander Cuchulain in his absence. Rememberest thou not when ye gave battle to German Garbglas above the borders of the Tyrrhene Sea, thou leftest thy sword with the hosts, and it was Cuchulain who slew a hundred warriors till he reached it and brought it to thee? And mindest thou well where we were that night?" the gilla asked further. "I know not," Ferdiad answered. "At the house of Scathach's steward," said the other; "and thou wentest ... and proudly in advance of us all into the house. The churl gave thee a blow with his three-pointed fork in the small of the back, so that thou flewest like a bolt out over the door. Cuchulain came in and gave the churl a blow with his sword, so that he made two pieces of him. I was their house-steward whilst ye were in that place. If it were that day, thou wouldst not say thou wast a better warrior than Cuchulain." "Wrong is what thou hast done, O gilla," said Ferdiad; "for I would not have come to the combat, hadst thou spoken thus to me at first. Why dost thou not lay the chariot-poles at my side and the skin-coverings under my head, that so I may sleep now?" "Alas," said the gilla, "'tis a sorry sleep before deer and packs of wolves here!" "How so, gilla? Art thou not able to keep watch and guard for me?" "I am," the gilla answered; "unless they come in clouds or in the air to attack thee, they shall not come from east or from west to attack thee without warning, without notice."³ "Come, gilla," said Ferdiad, ¹"unharness the horses and¹ 234 W. 3285. spread for me the cushions and skins of my chariot under me here, so that I sleep off my heavy fit of sleep and slumber here, for I slept not the last part of the night with the anxiousness of the battle and combat."

The gilla unharnessed the horses; he unfastened the chariot under him, ¹and spread beneath him the chariot-cloths.¹ He slept off the heavy fit of sleep that was on him. ²The gilla remained on watch and guard for him.²

Now how Cuchulain fared ³is related³ here: He arose not till the day with its bright light had come to him, lest the men of Erin might say it was fear or fright of the champion he had, if he should arise ⁴early.⁴ And when day with its full light had come, he ⁵passed his hand over his face and⁵ bade his charioteer take his horses and yoke them to his chariot. "Come, gilla," said Cuchulain, "take out our horses for us and harness our chariot, for an early riser is the warrior appointed to meet us, Ferdiad son of Daman son of Darè. ⁶If Ferdiad awaits us, he must needs think it long."⁶ "The horses are taken out," ⁷said the gilla;⁷ "the chariot is harnessed. Mount, and be it no shame to thy valour ⁸to go thither!"⁸ ⁹Cuchulain stepped into the chariot and they pressed forward to the ford.⁹ Then it was that the cutting, feat-performing, battle-winning, red-sworded hero, Cuchulain son of Sualtaim, mounted his chariot, so that there shrieked around him the goblins and fiends and the sprites of the glens and the demons of the air; for the Tuatha De Danann ('the Folk of the Goddess Danu') were wont to set up their cries around him, to the end that the dread and the fear and the fright and the terror of him might be so much the greater in every 235 W. 3304. battle and on every field, in every fight and in every combat wherein he went.

Not long had Ferdiad's charioteer waited when he heard something: ¹A rush and a crash and a hurtling sound, and a din and a thunder,¹ ^*LL. fo. 83a. and a clatter and a clash, namely, the shield-cry of feat-shields, and the jangle of javelins, and the deed-striking of swords, and the thud of the helmet, ²and the ring of spears,² and the clang of the cuirass, and the striking of arms, the fury of feats, the straining of ropes, and the whirr of wheels, and the creaking of the chariot, and the trampling of horses' hoofs, and the deep voice of the hero and battle-warrior ³in grave speech with his servant³ on his way to the ford to attack his opponent.

The servant came and touched his master with his hand ⁴and awakened him.⁴ "Ferdiad, master," said the youth, "rise up! They are here to meet thee at the ford." ⁵Then⁵ ⁶Ferdiad arose and girt his body in his war-dress of battle and combat.⁶ And the gilla spake these words:—

"Come, gilla," said Ferdiad; "for what reason laudest thou this man ever since I am come from my house? And it is almost a cause for strife with thee that thou hast praised him thus highly. But, Ailill and Medb have prophesied to me that this man will fall by my hand. And since it is for a reward, he shall quickly be torn asunder by me. ¹And make ready the arms on the ford against his coming." "Should I turn my face backward," said the gilla; "methinks the poles of yon chariot will pass through the back of my neck." "Too much, my lad," said Ferdiad, "dost thou praise Cuchulain, for not a reward has he given thee for praising,¹ but it is time to fetch help." And he spake these words, and the henchman responded:—

¹Here followeth the Description of Cuchulain's chariot, one of the three chief Chariots of the Tale of the Foray of Cualnge.¹

It was not long that Ferdiad's charioteer remained there when he saw something: ²"How beholdest thou Cuchulain?" asked Ferdiad of his charioteer. "I behold," said he,² "a beautiful, live-pointed chariot, ³broad above, of white crystal, with a thick yoke of gold, with stout plates of copper, with shafts of bronze, with wheel-bands of bronze covered with silver,³ approaching with swiftness, with speed, with perfect skill; with a green shade, with a thin-framed, dry-bodied (?) box surmounted with feats of cunning, ⁴straight-poled,⁴ as long as a warrior's sword. ⁵On this⁵ was room for a hero's seven arms, the fair seat for its lord; ⁶two wheels, dark, black; a pole of tin, with red enamel, of a beautiful colour; two inlaid, golden bridles.⁶ ⁷This chariot was placed⁷ behind two fleet steeds, ⁸nimble, furious, small-headed,⁸ bounding, large-eared, ⁹small-snouted, sharp-beaked, red-chested,⁹ gaily prancing, with inflated^a nostrils, broad-chested, quick-hearted, high-flanked, broad-hoofed, slender-limbed, overpowering and resolute. A grey, broad-hipped, small-stepping, long-maned horse, ¹⁰whose name was Liath ('the Roan') of Macha,¹⁰ was under 238 W. 3379. one of the yokes of the chariot; a black, crispèd-maned, swift-moving, broad-backed horse, ¹whose name was Dubh ('the Black') of Sithleann,¹ under the other. Like unto a hawk after its prey on a sharp tempestuous day, or to a tearing blast of wind of Spring on a March day over the back of a plain, or unto a startled stag when first roused by the hounds in the first of the chase, ^*LL. fo. 83b. were Cuchulain's two horses before the chariot, as if they were on glowing, fiery flags, so that they shook the earth and made it tremble with the fleetness of their course.

²"In the front of this chariot is a man with fair, curly, long hair. There is around him a cloak, blue, Parthian purple. A spear with red and keen-cutting blades, flaming-red in his hand. The semblance of three heads of hair he has, namely, brown hair next to the skin of his head, blood-red hair in the middle, a crown of gold is the third head of hair.

"Beautiful is the arrangement of that hair so that it makes three coils down behind over his shoulders. Even as a thread of gold it seems, when its hue has been wrought over the edge of an anvil; or like to the yellow of bees whereon shines the sun on a summer's day is the shining of each single hair of his hair. Seven toes he has on each of his feet and seven fingers on each of his hands and the brilliance of a very great fire is around his eye.

"Befitting him is the charioteer beside him, with curly, jet-black hair, shorn broad over his head. A cowled garment around him, open at the elbows. A horse-whip, very fine and golden in his hand, and a light-grey cloak wrapped around him, and a goad of white silver in his hand. He plies the goad on the horses whatever way would go the deed-renowned warrior that is in the chariot."²

And Cuchulain reached the ford. Ferdiad waited on 239 W. 3387. the south side of the ford; Cuchulain stood on the north side. Ferdiad bade welcome to Cuchulain. "Welcome is thy coming, O Cuchulain!" said Ferdiad. "Truly spoken meseemed thy welcome till now," answered Cuchulain; "but to-day I put no more trust in it. And, O Ferdiad," said Cuchulain, "it were fitter for me to bid thee welcome than that thou should'st welcome me; for it is thou that art come to the land and province wherein I dwell; and it is not fitting for thee to come to contend and do battle with me, but it were fitter for me to go to contend and do battle with thee. For before thee in flight are my women and my boys and my youths, my steeds and my troops of horses, my droves, my flocks and my herds of cattle."

"Good, O Cuchulain," spake Ferdiad; "what has ever brought thee out to contend and do battle with me? For when we were ¹together¹ with Scathach and with Uathach and with Aifè, ²thou wast not a man worthy of me, for² thou wast my serving-man, even for arming my spear and dressing my bed." "That was indeed true," answered Cuchulain; "because of my youth and my littleness did I so much for thee, but this is by no means my mood this day. For there is not a warrior in the world I would not drive off this day ³in the field of battle and combat."³

⁴It was not long before they met in the middle of the ford.⁴ And then it was that each of them cast sharp-cutting reproaches at the other, renouncing his friendship; and Ferdiad spake these words there, and Cuchulain responded:—

"Come now, O Ferdiad," cried Cuchulain, "not meet was it for thee to come to contend and do battle with me, because of the instigation and intermeddling of Ailill and Medb, ²and because of the false promises that they made thee. Because of their deceitful terms and of the maiden have many good men been slain.² And all that came ³because of those promises of deceit,³ neither profit nor success did it bring them, and they have fallen by me. And none the more, ⁴O Ferdiad,⁴ shall it win victory or increase of fame for thee; and, ⁵as they all fell,⁵ shalt thou too fall by my hand!" Thus he spake, 242 W. 3486. and he further uttered these words and Ferdiad hearkened to him:—

"Come not nigh me, noble chief,

Ferdiad, comrade, Daman's son.

Worse for thee than 'tis for me;

Thou'lt bring sorrow to a host!

"Come not nigh me 'gainst all right;

Thy last bed is made by me.

Why shouldst thou alone escape

From the prowess of my arms?

"Shall not great feats thee undo,

Though thou'rt purple, horny-skinned?

And the maid thou boastest of,

Shall not, Daman's son, be thine!

"Finnabair, Medb's daughter fair,

Great her charms though they may be,

Fair as is the damsel's form,

She's for thee not to enjoy!

"Finnabair, the king's own child,

Is the lure, if truth be told;

Many they whom she's deceived

And undone as she has thee!

"Break not, weetless, oath with me;

Break not friendship, break not bond;

Break not promise, break not word;

Come not nigh me, noble chief!

"Fifty chiefs obtained in plight

This same maid, a proffer vain.

Through me went they to their graves;

Spear-right all they had from me!

"Though for brave was held Ferbaeth,

With whom was a warriors' train,

In short space I quelled his rage;

Him I slew with one sole blow!

"Srubdarè—sore sank his might—

Darling of the noblest dames,

Time there was when great his fame—

Gold nor raiment saved him not!

"Were she mine affianced wife,

Smiled on me this fair land's head,^a

I would not thy body hurt.

Right nor left, in front, behind!"

W. 3527. "Good, O Ferdiad!" cried Cuchulain. ¹A pity it is for thee to abandon my alliance and my friendship for the sake of a woman that has been trafficked to fifty other warriors before thee, and it would be long before I would forsake thee for that woman.¹ Therefore, it is not right for thee to come to fight and combat with me; for when we were with Scathach and with Uathach and with Aifè, ²we were together in practice of valour and arms of the world, and² it was together we were used to seek out every battle and every battle-field, every combat and every contest, every wood and every desert, every covert and every recess." And thus he spake and he uttered these words:—

"Too long are we now in this way," quoth Ferdiad; "and what arms shall we resort to to-day, O Cuchulain?" "With thee is thy choice of weapons this day till night time," answered Cuchulain, "for thou art he that first didst reach the ford." "Rememberest thou at all," asked Ferdiad, "the choice deeds of arms we were wont to practise with Scathach and with Uathach and with Aifè?" "Indeed, and I do remember," answered Cuchulain. "If thou rememberest, let us begin ³with them."³

W. 3555. They betook them to their choicest deeds of arms. They took upon them two equally-matched shields for feats, and their eight-edged targes for feats, and their eight small darts, and their eight straightswords with ornaments of walrus-tooth and their eight lesser, ivoried spears which flew from them and to them like bees ^*LL. fo. 84b. on a day of fine weather.

They cast no weapon that struck not. Each of them was busy casting at the other with those missiles from morning's early twilight till noon at mid-day, the while they overcame their various feats with the bosses and hollows of their feat-shields. However great the excellence of the throwing on either side, equally great was the excellence of the defence, so that during all that time neither of them bled or reddened the other. "Let us cease now from this bout of arms, O Cuchulain," said Ferdiad; "for it is not by such our decision will come." "Yea, surely, let us cease, if the time hath come," answered Cuchulain. ¹Then¹ they ceased. They threw their feat-tackle from them into the hands of their charioteers.

"To what weapons shall we resort next, O Cuchulain?" asked Ferdiad. "Thine is the choice of weapons till nightfall," replied Cuchulain; "for thou art he that didst first reach the ford." "Let us begin, then," said Ferdiad, "with our straight-cut, smooth-hardened throwing-spears, with cords of full-hard flax on them." "Aye, let us begin then," assented Cuchulain. Then they took on them two hard shields, equally strong. They fell to their straight-cut, smooth-hardened spears with cords of full-hard flax on them. Each of them was engaged in casting at the other with the spears from the middle of noon ²till yellowness came over the sun² at the hour of evening's sundown. However great the excellence of the defence, equally great was the excellence of the throwing on either side, so that 245 W. 3578. each of them bled and reddened and wounded the other during that time. ¹"Wouldst thou fain make a truce, O Cucugan?"^a asked Ferdiad. "It would please me," replied Cuchulain; "for whoso begins with arms has the right to desist."¹ "Let us leave off from this now, O Cuchulain," said Ferdiad. "Aye, let us leave off, an the time hath come," answered Cuchulain. So they ceased. They threw their arms from them into the hands of their charioteers.

Thereupon each of them went toward the other ²in the middle of the ford,² and each of them put his hand on the other's neck and gave him three kisses ³in remembrance of his fellowship and friendship.³ Their horses were in one and the same paddock that night, and their charioteers at one and the same fire; and their charioteers made ready a litter-bed of fresh rushes for them with pillows for wounded men on them. Then came healing and curing folk to heal and to cure them, and they laid healing herbs and grasses and a curing charm on their cuts and stabs, their gashes and many wounds. Of every healing herb and grass and curing charm that ⁴was brought from the fairy dwellings of Erin to Cuchulain and⁴ was applied to the cuts and stabs, to the gashes and many wounds of Cuchulain, a like portion thereof he sent across the ford westward to Ferdiad, ⁵to put to his wounds and his pools of gore,⁵ so that the men of Erin should not have it to say, should Ferdiad fall at his hands, it was more than his share of care had been given to him.

Of every food and of every savoury, soothing and strong drink that was brought by the men of Erin to Ferdiad, a like portion thereof he sent over the ford northwards to Cuchulain; for the purveyors of Ferdiad were more numerous than the purveyors of Cuchulain. All the men of Erin were purveyors to Ferdiad, to the end that he might keep 246 W. 3598. Cuchulain off from them. But only the inhabitants of Mag Breg ('the Plain of Breg') were purveyors to Cuchulain. They were wont to come daily, that is, every night, to converse with him.

They bided there that night. Early on the morrow they arose and went their ways to the ford of combat. "To what weapons shall we resort on this day, O Ferdiad?" asked Cuchulain. ^*LL. fo. 85a. "Thine is the choosing of weapons till night time," Ferdiad made answer, "because it was I had my choice of weapons on the day aforegone." "Let us take, then," said Cuchulain, "to our great, well-tempered lances to-day, for we think that the thrusting will bring nearer the decisive battle to-day than did the casting of yesterday. Let our horses be brought to us and our chariots yoked, to the end that we engage in combat over our horses and chariots on this day." "Aye, let us go so," Ferdiad assented. Thereupon they girded two full-firm broad-shields on them for that day. They took to their great, well-tempered lances on that day. Either of them began to pierce and to drive, to throw and to press down the other, from early morning's twilight till the hour of evening's close. If it were the wont for birds in flight to fly through the bodies of men, they could have passed through their bodies on that day and carried away pieces of blood and flesh through their wounds and their sores into the clouds and the air all around. And when the hour of evening's close was come, their horses were spent and their drivers were wearied, and they themselves, the heroes and warriors of valour, were exhausted. "Let us give over now, O Ferdiad," said Cuchulain, "for our horses are spent and our drivers tired, and when they are exhausted, why should we too not be exhausted?" And in this wise he spake, and he uttered these words at that place:—

W. 3626. "Yea, we will cease, if the time hath come," replied Ferdiad. They ceased ¹then.¹ They threw their arms away from them into the hands of their charioteers. Each of them came towards his fellow. Each laid his hand on the other's neck and gave him three kisses. Their horses were in the one pen that night, and their charioteers at the one fire. Their charioteers prepared ²two² litter-beds of fresh rushes for them with pillows for wounded men on them. The curing and healing men came to attend and watch and mark them that night; for naught else could they do, because of the direfulness of their cuts and their stabs, their gashes and their numerous wounds, but apply to them philtres and spells and charms, to staunch their blood and their bleeding and their deadly pains. Of every magic potion and every spell and every charm that was applied to the cuts and stabs of Cuchulain, their like share he sent over the ford westwards to Ferdiad. Of every food and every savoury, soothing and strong drink that was brought by the men of Erin to Ferdiad, an equal portion he sent over the ford northwards to Cuchulain, for the victuallers of Ferdiad were more numerous than the victuallers of Cuchulain. For all the men of Erin were Ferdiad's nourishers, to the end that he might ward off Cuchulain from them. But the indwellers of the Plain of Breg alone were Cuchulain's nourishers. They were wont to come daily, that is, every night, to converse with him.

They abode there that night. Early on the morrow they arose and repaired to the ford of combat. Cuchulain marked an evil mien and a dark mood that day ³beyond every other day³ on Ferdiad. "It is evil thou appearest to-day, O Ferdiad," spake Cuchulain; "thy hair has 248 W. 3653. become dark^a to-day, and thine eye has grown drowsy, and thine upright form ^*LL. fo. 85b. and thy features and thy gait have gone from thee!" "Truly not for fear nor for dread of thee is that happened to me to-day," answered Ferdiad; "for there is not in Erin this day a warrior I could not repel!" ¹"Alas, O Ferdiad," said Cuchulain, "a pity it is for thee to oppose thy foster-brother and thy comrade and friend, on the counsel of any woman in the world!" "A pity it is, O Cuchulain," Ferdiad responded. "But, should I part without a struggle with thee, I should be in ill repute forever with Medb and with the nobles of the four grand provinces of Erin." "A pity it is, O Ferdiad," said Cuchulain; "not on the counsel of all the men and women in the world would I desert thee or would I do thee harm. And almost would it make a clot of gore of my heart to be combating with thee!"¹

And Cuchulain lamented and moaned, and he spake these words and Ferdiad responded:—

¹After this colloquy, Ferdiad spake:¹ "How much soever thou findest fault with me to-day," said Ferdiad, ²"for my ill-boding mien and evil doing, it will be as an offset to my prowess." And he said,² "To what weapons shall we resort to-day?" "With thyself is the choice of weapons to-day till night time," replied Cuchulain, "for it is I that chose on the day gone by." "Let us resort, then," said Ferdiad, "to our heavy, hard-smiting swords this day, for we trow that the smiting each other will bring us nearer to the decision of battle to-day than was our piercing each other on yesterday." "Let us go then, by all means," responded Cuchulain.

Then they took two full-great long-shields upon them for that day. They turned to their heavy, hard-smiting swords. Each of them fell to strike and to hew, to lay low and cut down, to slay and undo ³his fellow,³ till as large as the head of a month-old child was each lump and each cut, ⁴each clutter and each clot of gore⁴ that each of them took from the shoulders and thighs and shoulder-blades of the other.

W. 3708. Each of them was engaged in smiting the other in this way from the twilight of early morning till the hour of evening's close. "Let us leave off from this now, O Cuchulain!" cried Ferdiad. "Aye, let us leave off, if the hour has come," said Cuchulain. They parted ¹then, and¹ threw their arms away from them into the hands of their charioteers. Though it had been the meeting of two happy, blithe, cheerful, joyful men, their parting that night was of two that were sad, sorrowful and full of suffering. ²They parted without a kiss a blessing or aught other sign of friendship, and their servants disarmed the steeds, the squires and the heroes; no healing or curing herbs were sent from Cuchulain to Ferdiad that night, and no food nor drink was brought from Ferdiad to him.² Their horses were not in the same paddock that night. Their charioteers were not at the same fire.

They passed there that night. It was then that Ferdiad arose early on the morrow and went alone to the ford of combat, ³and dauntless, vengeful and mighty was the man that went thither that day, even Ferdiad son of Daman.³ For he knew that that would be the decisive day of the battle and combat; and he knew that one or other of them would fall there that day, or that they both would fall. It was then he donned his battle-weed of battle and fight and combat, ^*LL. fo. 86a. or ever Cuchulain came to meet him. And thus was the manner of this harness of battle and fight and combat: He put his silken, glossy trews with its border of speckled gold, next to his white skin. Over this, outside, he put his brown-leathern, well-sewed kilt. Outside of this he put a huge, goodly flag, the size of a millstone, ⁴the shallow (?) stone of adamant which he had brought from Africa and which neither points nor edges could pierce.⁴ He put his solid, very deep, iron kilt of twice molten iron over the huge, goodly flag as large as a millstone, through 251 W. 3730. fear and dread of the Gae Bulga on that day. About his head he put his crested war-cap of battle and fight and combat, whereon were forty carbuncle-gems beautifully adorning it and studded with red-enamel and crystal and rubies and with ¹shining stones¹ of the Eastern world. His angry, fierce-striking spear he seized in his right hand. On his left side he hung his curved battle-falchion, ²which would cut a hair against the stream with its keenness and sharpness,² with its golden pommel and its rounded hilt of red gold. On the arch-slope of his back he slung his massive, fine-buffalo shield ³of a warrior,³ whereon were fifty bosses, wherein a boar could be shown in each of its bosses, apart from the great central boss of red gold. Ferdiad performed divers, brilliant, manifold, marvellous feats on high that day, unlearned from any one before, neither from foster-mother nor from foster-father, neither from Scathach nor from Uathach nor from Aifè, but he found them of himself that day in the face of Cuchulain.

Cuchulain likewise came to the ford, and he beheld the various, brilliant, manifold, wonderful feats that Ferdiad performed on high. "Thou seest yonder, O Laeg my master, the divers, bright, numerous, marvellous feats that Ferdiad performs on high, and I shall receive yon feats one after the other, and, therefore, ⁴O Laeg," cried Cuchulain,⁴ "if defeat be my lot this day, do thou prick me on and taunt me and speak evil to me, so that the more my spirit and anger shall rise in me. If, however, before me his defeat takes place, say thou so to me and praise me and speak me fair, to the end that the greater may be my courage!" "It shall surely be done so, if need be, O Cucuc," Laeg answered.

Then Cuchulain, too, girded his war-harness of battle and 252 W. 3757. fight and combat about him, and performed all kinds of splendid, manifold, marvellous feats on high that day which he had not learned from any one before, neither with Scathach nor with Uathach nor with Aifè.

Ferdiad observed those feats, and he knew they would be plied against him in turn. "To what weapons shall we resort ¹to-day¹, O Ferdiad?" asked Cuchulain. "With thee is thy choice of weapons till night time," Ferdiad responded. "Let us go to the 'Feat of the Ford,' then," said Cuchulain. "Aye, let us do so," answered Ferdiad. Albeit Ferdiad spoke that, he deemed it the most grievous thing whereto he could go, for he knew that in that sort Cuchulain used to destroy every hero and every battle-soldier who fought with him in the 'Feat of the Ford.'

Great indeed was the deed that was done on the ford that day. The two heroes, the two champions, the two chariot-fighters of the west of Europe, the two bright torches of valour of the Gael, the two hands of dispensing favour and of giving rewards ²and jewels and treasures² in the west of the northern world, ^*LL. fo. 86b. ³the two veterans³ of skill and the two keys of bravery of the Gael, ⁴the man for quelling the variance and discord of Connacht, the man for guarding the cattle and herds of Ulster⁴, to be brought together in encounter as from afar, ⁵set to slay each other or to kill one of them⁵, through the sowing of dissension and the incitement of Ailill and Medb.

Each of them was busy hurling at the other in those deeds of arms from early morning's gloaming till the middle of noon. When mid-day came, the rage of the men became wild, and each drew nearer to the other.

Thereupon Cuchulain gave one spring once from the bank of the ford till he stood upon the boss of Ferdiad macDaman's shield, seeking to reach his head and to strike 253 W. 3779. it from above over the rim of the shield. Straightway Ferdiad gave the shield a blow with his left elbow, so that Cuchulain went from him like a bird onto the brink of the ford. Again Cuchulain sprang from the brink of the ford, so that he alighted upon the boss of Ferdiad macDaman's shield, that he might reach his head and strike it over the rim of the shield from above. Ferdiad gave the shield a thrust with his left knee, so that Cuchulain went from him like an infant onto the bank of the ford.

Laeg espied that. "Woe then, ¹O Cuchulain!"¹ cried Laeg; ²"meseems² the battle-warrior that is against thee hath shaken thee as a fond woman shakes her child. He hath washed thee as a cup is washed in a tub. He hath ground thee as a mill grinds soft malt. He hath pierced thee as a tool bores through an oak. He hath bound thee as the bindweed binds the trees. He hath pounced on thee as a hawk pounces on little birds, so that no more hast thou right or title or claim to valour or skill in arms till the very day of doom and of life, thou little imp of an elf-man!" cried Laeg.

Thereat for the third time, Cuchulain arose with the speed of the wind, and the swiftness of a swallow, and the dash of a dragon, and the strength (of a lion) ³into the clouds³ of the air, till he alighted on the boss of the shield of Ferdiad son of Daman, so as to reach his head that he might strike it from above over the rim of his shield. Then it was that the battle-warrior gave the shield a ⁴violent and powerful⁴ shake, so that Cuchulain flew from it into the middle of the ford, the same as if he had not sprung at all.

It was then the first twisting-fit of Cuchulain took place, so that a swelling and inflation filled him like breath in a bladder, until he made a dreadful, terrible, many-coloured, wonderful bow of himself, so that as big as a giant or a man 254 W. 3805. of the sea was the hugely-brave warrior towering directly over Ferdiad.

Such was the closeness of the combat they made, that their heads encountered above and their feet below and their hands in the middle over the rims and bosses of the shields.

Such was the closeness of the combat they made, that their shields burst and split from their rims to their centres.

Such was the closeness of the combat they made, that their spears bent and turned and shivered from their tips to their rivets.

Such was the closeness of the combat they made, that the boccanach and the bananach ('the puck-faced Fays' and 'the white-faced Fays') and the sprites of the glens and the eldritch beings of the air screamed from the rims of their shields and from the guards of their swords and from the tips of their spears.

Such was the closeness of the combat they made, that they forced the river out of its bed and out of its course, so that there might have been a reclining place ^*LL. fo. 87a. for a king or a queen in the middle of the ford, and not a drop of water was in it but what fell there with the trampling and slipping which the two heroes and the two battle-warriors made in the middle of the ford.

Such was the closeness of the combat they made, that the steeds of the Gael broke loose affrighted and plunging with madness and fury, so that their chains and their shackles, their traces and tethers snapped, and the women and children and pygmy-folk, the weak and the madmen among the men of Erin brake out through the camp south-westward.

At that time they were at the edge-feat of swords. It was then Ferdiad caught Cuchulain in an unguarded moment, and he gave him a thrust with his tusk-hilted blade, so that he buried it in his breast, and his blood fell into his belt, 255 W. 3831. till the ford became crimsoned with the clotted blood from the battle-warrior's body. Cuchulain endured it not, under Ferdiad's attack, with his death-bringing, heavy blows, and his long strokes and his mighty, middle slashes at him.

¹Then Cuchulain bethought him of his friends from Faery and of his mighty folk who would come to defend him and of his scholars to protect him, what time he would be hard pressed in the combat. It was then that Dolb and Indolb arrived to help and to succour their friend, namely Cuchulain, ²and one of them went on either side of him and they smote Ferdiad, the three of them, and Ferdiad did not perceive the men from Sid ('the Faery Dwelling')². Then it was that Ferdiad felt the onset of the three together smiting his shield against him, and he gave all his care and attention thereto, and thence he called to mind that, when they were with Scathach and with Uathach ³learning together, Dolb and Indolb used to come to help Cuchulain out of every stress wherein he was.³ Ferdiad spake: "Not alike are our foster-brothership and our comradeship, O Cuchulain," quoth he. "How so, then?" asked Cuchulain. "Thy friends of the Fairy-folk have succoured thee, and thou didst not disclose them to me before," said Ferdiad. "Not easy for me were that," answered Cuchulain; "for if the magic veil be once revealed to one of the sons of Milè,^a none of the Tuatha De Danann ('the Folk of the Goddess Danu') will have power to practise concealment or magic. And why complainest thou here, ⁴O Ferdiad?" said Cuchulain.⁴ "Thou hast a horn skin whereby to multiply feats and deeds of arms on me, and thou hast not shown me how it is closed or how it is opened."

Then it was they displayed all their skill and secret cunning to one another, so that there was not a secret of 256 W. 3851. either of them kept from the other except the Gae Bulga, which was Cuchulain's. Howbeit, when the Fairy friends found Cuchulain had been wounded, each of them inflicted three great, heavy wounds on him, on Ferdiad, to wit. It was then that Ferdiad made a cast to the right, so that he slew Dolb with that goodly cast. Then followed the two woundings and the two throws that overcame him, till Ferdiad made a second throw towards Cuchulain's left, and with that throw he stretched low and killed Indolb dead on the floor of the ford. Hence it is that the story-teller sang the rann:—

What need to relate further! When the devoted, equally great sires^a ²and champions,² and the hard, battle-victorious wild beasts that fought for Cuchulain had fallen, it greatly strengthened the courage of Ferdiad, so that he gave two blows for every blow of Cuchulain's. When Laeg son of Riangabair saw his lord being overcome by the crushing blows of the champion who oppressed him, Laeg began to stir up and rebuke Cuchulain, in such a way that a swelling and an inflation filled Cuchulain ³from top to ground,³ as the wind fills a spread, open banner, so that he made a dreadful, wonderful bow of himself like a sky-bow in a shower of rain, and he made for Ferdiad with the violence of a dragon or the strength of a blood-hound.¹

And Cuchulain called for the Gae Bulga from Laeg son of Riangabair. This was its nature: With the stream it was made ready, and from between the fork of the foot 257 W. 3874. it was cast; the wound of a single spear it gave when entering the body, and thirty^a barbs had it when it opened, and it could not be drawn out of a man's flesh till ¹the flesh¹ had been cut about it.

²Thereupon Laeg came forward to the brink of the river and to the place where the fresh water was dammed, and the Gae Bulga was sharpened and set in position. He filled the pool and stopped the stream and checked the tide of the ford. Ferdiad's charioteer watched the work, for Ferdiad had said to him early ³in the morning:³ "Now, gilla, do thou hold back Laeg from me to-day, and I will hold back Cuchulain from thee ⁴and thy men forever."⁴ "This is a pity," quoth the henchman; "no match for him am I; for a man to combat a hundred is he ⁵amongst the men of Erin,⁵ and that am I not. Still, however slight his help, it shall not come to his lord past me."

⁶Thus were the henchmen: two brothers were they, namely, Id^b son of Riangabair, and Laeg^c son of Riangabair. As for Id son of Riangabair,⁶ he was then watching his brother ⁷thus making the dam⁷ till he filled the pools and went to set the Gae Bulga downwards. It was then that Id went up and released the stream and opened the dam and undid the fixing of the Gae Bulga. Cuchulain became deep purple and red all over when he saw the setting undone on the Gae Bulga. He sprang from the top of the ground so that he alighted light and quick on the rim of Ferdiad's shield. Ferdiad gave a ⁸strong⁸ shake to the shield, so that he hurled Cuchulain the measure of nine paces out to the westward over the ford. Then Cuchulain called and shouted to Laeg to set about preparing the Gae Bulga for him. Laeg hastened to the pool and began the work. Id 258 W. 3895. ran and opened the dam and released it before the stream. Laeg sprang at his brother and they grappled on the spot. Laeg threw Id and handled him sorely, for he was loath to use weapons upon him. Ferdiad pursued Cuchulain westwards over the ford. Cuchulain sprang on the rim of the shield. Ferdiad shook the shield, so that he sent Cuchulain the space of nine paces eastwards over the ford. Cuchulain called and shouted to Laeg, ¹and bade him stop the stream and make ready the spear.¹ Laeg attempted to come nigh it, but Ferdiad's charioteer let him not, so that Laeg turned on him and left him on the sedgy bottom of the ford. He gave him many a heavy blow with clenched fist on the face and countenance, so that he broke his mouth and his nose and put out his eyes and his sight, ³and left him lying wounded (?) and full of terror.³ And forthwith Laeg left him and filled the pool and checked the stream and stilled the noise of the river's voice, and set in position the Gae Bulga. After some time Ferdiad's charioteer arose from his death-cloud, and set his hand on his face and countenance, and he looked away towards the ford of combat and saw Laeg fixing the Gae Bulga. He ran again to the pool and made a breach in the dike quickly and speedily, so that the river burst out in its booming, bounding, bellying, bank-breaking billows making its own wild course. Cuchulain became purple and red all over when he saw the setting of the Gae Bulga had been disturbed, and for the third time he sprang from the top of the ground and alighted on the edge of Ferdiad's shield, so as to strike him over the shield from above. Ferdiad gave a blow with his left knee against the leather of the bare shield, so that Cuchulain was thrown into the waves of the ford.

Thereupon Ferdiad gave three severe woundings to Cuchulain. Cuchulain cried and shouted ⁴loudly⁴ to Laeg to make ready the Gae Bulga for him. Laeg attempted to 259 W. 3919. get near it, but Ferdiad's charioteer prevented him. Then Laeg grew ¹very¹ wroth ³at his brother³ and he made a spring at him, and he closed his long, full-valiant hands over him, so that he quickly threw him to the ground and straightway ⁴bound⁴ him. And ⁵then⁵ he went from him quickly and courageously, so that he filled the pool and stayed the stream and set the Gae Bulga. And he cried out to Cuchulain that it was served, for it was not to be discharged without a quick word of warning before it. Hence it is that Laeg cried out:—

Then it was that Cuchulain let fly the white Gae Bulga from the fork of his irresistible right foot. ⁷Ferdiad began to defend the ford against Cuchulain, so that the noble Cu arose with the swiftness of a swallow and the wail of the storm-play in the rafters of the firmament, so that he laid hold of the breadth of his two feet of the bed of the ford, in spite of the champion.⁷ Ferdiad prepared for the feat according to the testimony thereof. He lowered his shield, so that the spear went over its edge into the watery, water-cold river. And he looked at Cuchulain, and he saw all his various, venomous feats made ready, and he knew not to which of them he should first give answer, whether to the 'Fist's breast-spear,' or to the 'Wild shield's broad-spear,' or to the 'Short spear from the middle of the palm,' or to the white Gae Bulga over the fair, watery river.²

⁸When Ferdiad saw that his gilla had been thrown⁸ and heard the Gae Bulga called for, he thrust his shield down to protect the lower part of his body. Cuchulain gripped the short spear ⁹which was in his hand,⁹ cast it 260 W. 3938. off the palm of his hand over the rim of the shield and over the edge of the ¹corselet and¹ horn-skin, so that its farther half was visible after piercing his heart in his bosom. Ferdiad gave a thrust of his shield upwards to protect the upper part of his body, though it was help that came too late. The gilla set the Gae Bulga down the stream, and Cuchulain caught it in the fork of his foot, and ²when Ferdiad raised his shield² Cuchulain threw the Gae Bulga as far as he could cast ³underneath³ at Ferdiad, so that it passed through the strong, thick, iron apron of wrought iron, and broke in three parts the huge, goodly stone the size of a millstone, so that it cut its way through the body's protection into him, till every joint and every limb was filled with its barbs.

"Ah, that now sufficeth," sighed Ferdiad: "I am fallen of that! But, yet one thing more: mightily didst thou drive with thy right foot. And 'twas not fair of thee for me to fall by thy hand." And he yet spake and uttered these words:—

W. 3964. Thereupon Cuchulain hastened towards Ferdiad and clasped his two arms about him, and bore him with all his arms and his armour and his dress northwards over the ford, that so it should be ¹with his face¹ to the north^a of the ford the triumph took place and not to the west^b of the ford with the men of Erin. ^*LL. fo. 87b. Cuchulain laid Ferdiad there on the ground, and a cloud and a faint and a swoon came over Cuchulain there by the head of Ferdiad. Laeg espied it, and the men of Erin all arose for the attack upon him. "Come, O Cucuc," cried Laeg; "arise now ²from thy trance,² for the men of Erin will come to attack us, and it is not single combat they will allow us, now that Ferdiad son of Daman son of Darè is fallen by thee." "What availeth it me to arise, O gilla," moaned Cuchulain, "now that this one is fallen by my hand?" In this wise the gilla spake and he uttered these words and Cuchulain responded:—

"Alas, O Ferdiad," ¹spake he,¹ "'twas thine ill fortune thou didst not take counsel with any of those that knew my real deeds of valour and arms, before we met in clash of battle!

"Unhappy for thee that Laeg son of Riangabair did not make thee blush in regard to our comradeship!

"Unhappy for thee that the truly faithful warning of Fergus thou didst not take!

"Unhappy for thee that dear, trophied, triumphant, battle-victorious Conall counselled thee not in regard to our comradeship!

²"For those men would not have spoken in obedience to the messages or desires or orders or false words of promise of the fair-haired women of Connacht.

"For well do those men know that there will not be born a being that will perform deeds so tremendous and so great ³among the Connachtmen as I,³ till the very day of doom and of everlasting life, whether at handling of shield and buckler, at plying of spear and sword, at playing at draughts and chess, at driving of steeds and chariots."²

⁴And he spake these warm words, sadly, sorrowfully in praise of Ferdiad:—⁴

W. 4022. "There shall not be found the hand of a hero that will wound warrior's flesh, like cloud-coloured Ferdiad!

¹"There shall not be heard from the gap^a the cry of red-mouthed Badb^b to the winged, shade-speckled flocks!¹

"There shall not be one that will contend for Cruachan that will obtain covenants equal to thine, till the very day of doom and of life henceforward, O red-cheeked son of Daman!" said Cuchulain.

Then it was that Cuchulain arose and stood over Ferdiad: "Ah, Ferdiad," spake Cuchulain "greatly have the men of Erin deceived and abandoned thee, to bring thee to contend and do battle ^*LL. fo. 88a. with me. For no easy thing is it to contend and do battle with me on the Raid for the Kine of Cualnge! ²And yet, never before have I found combat that was so sore or distressed me so as thy combat, save the combat with Oenfer Aifè,^c mine one own son."² Thus he spake, and he uttered these words:—

Then Cuchulain turned to gaze on Ferdiad. "Ah, my master Laeg," cried Cuchulain, "now strip Ferdiad and take his armour and garments off him, that I may see the brooch for the sake of which he entered on the combat and fight ¹with me."¹ Laeg came up and stripped Ferdiad. He took his armour and garments off him and he saw the brooch ²and he placed the brooch in Cuchulain's hand,² and Cuchulain began to lament and complain ³over Ferdiad,³ and he spake these words:—

W. 4092. "Come, O Laeg my master," cried Cuchulain; "now cut open Ferdiad and take the Gae Bulga out, because I may not be without my weapons." Laeg came and cut open Ferdiad and he took the Gae Bulga out of him. And Cuchulain saw his weapons bloody and red-stained by the side of Ferdiad, and he uttered these words:—

"O Ferdiad, in gloom we meet.

Thee I see both red and pale.

I myself with unwashed arms;

Thou liest in thy bed of gore!

"Were we yonder in the East,

Scathach and our Uathach near,

There would not be pallid lips

Twixt us two, and arms of strife!

"Thus spake Scathach trenchantly (?),

Words of warning, strong and stern:

'Go ye all to furious fight;

German, blue-eyed, fierce will come!'

"Unto Ferdiad then I spake,

And to Lugaid generous,

To the son of fair Baetan,^b

German we would go to meet!

"We came to the battle-rock,

Over Lake Linn Formait's shore.

And four hundred men we brought^c

From the Isles of the Athissech!

"As I stood and Ferdiad brave

At the gate of German's fort,

I slew Rinn the son of Nel;

He slew Ruad son of Fornel!

"Ferdiad slew upon the slope

Blath, of Colba 'Red-sword' son.

Lugaid, fierce and swift, then slew

Mugairne of the Tyrrhene Sea!

"I slew, after going in,

Four times fifty grim, wild men.

Ferdiad killed—a furious horde—

Dam Dremenn and Dam Dilenn!

"We laid waste shrewd German's fort

O'er the broad, bespangled sea.

German we brought home alive

To our Scathach of broad shield!

"Then our famous nurse made fast

Our blood-pact^a of amity,

That our angers should not rise

'Mongst the tribes of noble Elg!

"Sad the morn, a day in March,

Which struck down weak Daman's son.

Woe is me, the friend is fall'n

Whom I pledged in red blood's draught!^a

"Were it there I saw thy death,

Midst the great Greeks' warrior-bands,

I'd not live on after thee,

But together we would die!

"Woe, what us befel therefrom,

Us, dear Scathach's fosterlings,

Me sore wounded, red with blood,

Thee no more to drive thy car!

"Woe, what us befel therefrom,

Us, dear Scathach's fosterlings,

Me sore wounded, stiff with gore,

Thee to die the death for aye!

"Woe, what us befel therefrom,

Us, dear Scathach's fosterlings,

Thee in death, me, strong, alive.

Valour is an angry strife!"

"Good, O Cucuc," spake Laeg, "let us leave this ford now; too long are we here!" "Aye, let us leave it, O my master Laeg," replied Cuchulain. "But every combat and battle I have fought seems a game and a sport to me compared with the combat and battle of Ferdiad." Thus he spake, and he uttered these words:—

"All was play, all was sport,