"I do not know indeed," said Fer Diad; "except that the n.o.bles of the men of Ireland are there. What is there less fitting for me to be there than for any other good warrior?"
"It is not that indeed," said Medb; "but to give you a chariot worth three sevens of c.u.mals [See previous note about _c.u.mal_.] and the equipment of twelve men, and the equal of Mag Murthemne from the arable land of Mag Ai; and that you should be in Cruachan always, and wine to be poured for you there; and freedom of your descendants and of your race for ever without tribute or tax; my leaf-shaped brooch of gold to be given to you, in which there are ten score ounces and ten score half-ounces, and ten score _crosach_ and ten score quarters; Findabair, my daughter and Ailill"s daughter, for your one wife, and you shall get my love if you need it over and above."
"He does not need it," said every, one: "great are the rewards and gifts."
"That is true," said Fer Diad, "they are great; and though they are great, O Medb, it is with you yourself they will be left, rather than that I should go against my foster-brother to battle."
"O men," said she, said Medb (through the right way of division and setting by the ears), "true is the word that Cuchulainn spoke," as if she had not heard Fer Diad at all.
"What word is this, O Medb?" said Fer Diad.
"He said indeed," said she, "that he would not think it too much that you should fall by him as the first fruits of his prowess in the province to which he should come."
"To say that was not fitting for him. For it is not weariness or cowardice that he has ever known in me, day nor night. I swear, etc., [Note: The usual oath, "by the G.o.d by whom my people swear,"
understood.] that I will be the first man who will come to-morrow morning to the ford of combat."
"May victory and blessing come to you," said Medb. "And I think it better that weariness or cowardice be found with you, because of friendship beyond my own men (?). Why is it more fitting for him to seek the good of Ulster because his mother was of them, than for you to seek the good of the province of Connaught, because you are the son of a king of Connaught?"
It is thus they were binding their covenants and their compact, and they made a song there:
"Thou shalt have a reward," etc.
There was a wonderful warrior of Ulster who witnessed that bargaining, and that was Fergus Mac Roich. Fergus came to his tent.
"Woe is me! the deed that is done to-morrow morning!" said Fergus.
"What deed is that?" said the folk in the tent.
"My good fosterling Cuchulainn to be slain."
"Good lack! who makes that boast?"
"An easy question: his own dear ardent foster-brother, Fer Diad Mac Damain. Why do ye not win my blessing?" said Fergus; "and let one of you go with a warning and with compa.s.sion to Cuchulainn, if perchance he would leave the ford to-morrow morning."
"On our conscience," said they, "though it were you yourself who were on the ford of combat, we would not come as far as [the ford]
to seek you."
"Good, my lad," said Fergus; "get our horses for us and yoke the chariot."
The lad arose and got the horses and yoked the chariot. They came forth to the ford of combat where Cuchulainn was.
"One chariot coming hither towards us, O Cuchulainn!" said Loeg.
For it is thus the lad was, with his back towards his lord. He used to win every other game of _brandub_ [_Brandub_, the name of a game; probably, like _fidchill_ and _buanfach_, of the nature of chess or draughts.] and of chess-playing from his master: the sentinel and watchman on the four quarters of Ireland over and above that.
"What kind of chariot then?" said Cuchulainn.
"A chariot like a huge royal fort, with its yolcs strong golden, with its great panel(?) of copper, with its shafts of bronze, with its body thin-framed (?), dry-framed (?), feat-high, scythed, sword-fair (?), of a champion, on two horses, swift, stout(?), well-yoked (?), ---- (?). One royal warrior, wide-eyed, was the combatant of the chariot. A beard curly, forked, on him, so that it reached over the soft lower part of his soft shirt, so that it would shelter (?) fifty warriors to be under the heavy ---- of the warrior"s beard, on a day of storm and rain. A round shield, white, variegated, many-coloured on him, with three chains ----, so that there would be room from front to back for four troops of ten men behind the leather of the shield which is upon the ---- of the warrior. A sword, long, hard-edged, red-broad in the sheath, woven and twisted of white silver, over the skin of the bold-in-battle. A spear, strong, three-ridged, with a winding and with bands of white silver all white by him across the chariot."
"Not hard the recognition," said Cuchulainn; "my friend Fergus comes there, with a warning and with compa.s.sion to me before all the four provinces."
Fergus reached them and sprang from his chariot and Cuchulainn greeted him.
"Welcome your coming, O my friend, O Fergus," said Cuchulainn.
"I believe your welcome," said Fergus.
"You may believe it," said Cuchulainn; "if a flock of birds come to the plain, you shall have a duck with half of another; if fish come to the estuaries, you shall have a salmon with half of another; a sprig of watercress, and a sprig of marshwort, and a sprig of seaweed, and a drink of cold sandy water after it."
"That portion is that of an outlaw," said Fergus.
"That is true, it is an outlaw"s portion that I have," said Cuchulainn, "for I have been from the Monday after Samain to this time, and I have not gone for a night"s entertainment, through strongly obstructing the men of Ireland on the Cattle-Foray of Cualnge at this time."
"If it were for this we came," said Fergus, "we should have thought it the better to leave it; and it is not for this that we have come."
"Why else have you come to me?" said Cuchulainn.
"To tell you the warrior who comes against you in battle and combat to-morrow morning," said he.
"Let us find it out and let us hear it from you then," said Cuchulainn.
"Your own foster-brother, Fer Diad Mac Damain."
"On our word, we think it not best that it should be he we come to meet,"said Cuchulainn, "and it is not for fear of him but for the greatness of our love for him."
"It is fitting to fear him," said Fergus, "for he has a skin of horn in battle against a man, so that neither weapon nor edge will pierce it."
"Do not say that at all," said Cuchulainn, "for I swear the oath that my people swear, that every joint and every limb of him will be as pliant as a pliant rush in the midst of a stream under the point of my sword, if he shows himself once to me on the ford."
It is thus they were speaking, and they made a song:
"O Cuchulainn, a bright meeting," etc.
After that, "Why have you come, O my friend, O Fergus?" said Cuchulainn.
"That is my purpose," said Fergus.
"Good luck and profit," said Cuchulainn, "that no other of the men of Ireland has come for this purpose, unless the four provinces of Ireland all met at one time. I think nothing of a warning before a single warrior."
Then Fergus went to his tent.
As regards the charioteer and Cuchulainn:
"What shall you do to-night?" said Loeg.
"What indeed?" said Cuchulainn.
"It is thus that Fer Diad will come to seek you, with new beauty of plaiting and haircutting, and washing and bathing, and the four provinces of Ireland with him to look at the fight. It would please me if you went to the place where you will get the same adorning for yourself, to the place where is Emer of the Beautiful Hair, to Cairthend of Cluan Da Dam in Sliab Fuait."