So Cuchulainn went thither that night, and spent the night with his own wife. His adventures from this time are not discussed here now.
As to Fer Diad, he came to his tent; it was gloomy and weary that Fer Diad"s tent-servants were that night. They thought it certain that where the two pillars of the battle of the world should meet, that both would fall; or the issue of it would be, that it would be their own lord who would fall there. For it was not easy to fight with Cuchulainn on the Foray.
There were great cares on Fer Diad"s mind that night, so that they did not let him sleep. One of his great anxieties was that he should let pa.s.s from him all the treasures that had been offered to him, and the maiden, by reason of combat with one man. If he did not fight with that one man, he must fight with the six warriors on the morrow. His care that was greater than this was that if he should show himself once on the ford to Cuchulainn, he was certain that he himself would not have power of his head or life thereafter; and Fer Diad arose early on the morrow.
"Good, my lad," said he, "get our horses for us, and harness the chariot."
"On our word," said the servant, "we think it not greater praise to go this journey than not to go it."
He was talking with his charioteer, and he made this little song, inciting his charioteer:
"Let us go to this meeting," etc.
The servant got the horses and yoked the chariot, and they went forth from the camp.
"My lad," said Fer Diad, "it is not fitting that we make our journey without farewell to the men of Ireland. Turn the horses and the chariot for us towards the men of Ireland."
The servant turned the horses and the chariot thrice towards the men of Ireland. ...
"Does Ailill sleep now?" said Medb.
"Not at all," said Ailill.
"Do you hear your new son-in-law greeting you?"
"Is that what he is doing?" said Ailill.
"It is indeed," said Medb, "and I swear by what my people swear, the man who makes the greeting yonder will not come back to you on the same feet."
"Nevertheless we have profited by(?) the good marriage connection with him," said Ailill; "provided Cuchulainn fell by him, I should not care though they both fell. But we should think it better for Fer Diad to escape."
Fer Diad came to the ford of combat.
"Look, my lad," said Fer Diad; "is Cuchulainn on the ford?"
"He is not, indeed," said the servant.
"Look well for us," said Fer Diad.
"Cuchulainn is not a little speck in hiding where he would be,"
said the lad.
"It is true, O boy, until to-day Cuchulainn has not heard of the coming of a good warrior [Note: Gloss incorporated in the text: "or a good man."] against him on the Cattle Foray of Cualnge, and when he has heard of it he has left the ford."
"A great pity to slander Cuchulainn in his absence! For do you remember how when you gave battle to German Garbglas above the edge-borders of the Tyrrhene Sea, you left your sword with the hosts, and it was Cuchulainn who killed a hundred warriors in reaching it, and he brought it to you; and do you remember where we were that night?" said the lad.
"I do not know it," said Fer Diad.
"At the house of Scathach"s steward," said the lad, "and you went ---- and haughtily before us into the house first. The churl gave you a blow with the three-pointed flesh-hook in the small of your back, so that it threw you out over the door like a shot.
Cuchulainn came into the house and gave the churl a blow with his sword, so that it made two pieces of him. It was I who was steward for you while you were in that place. If only for that day, you should not say that you are a better warrior than Cuchulainn."
"What you have done is wrong," said Fer Diad, "for I would not have come to seek the combat if you had said it to me at first. Why do you not pull the cushions [Note: LL _fortchai_. YBL has _feirtsi_, "shafts."] of the chariot under my side and my skin-cover under my head, so that I might sleep now?"
"Alas!" said the lad, "it is the sleep of a fey man before deer and hounds here."
"What, O lad, are you not fit to keep watch and ward for me?"
"I am fit," said the lad; "unless men come in clouds or in mist to seek you, they will not come at all from east or west to seek you without warning and observation."
The cushions [Note: LL _fortchai_. YBL has _feirtsi_, "shafts."]
of his chariot were pulled under his side and the skin under his head. And yet he could not sleep a little.
As to Cuchulainn it is set forth:
"Good, O my friend, O Loeg, take the horses and yoke the chariot; if Fer Diad is waiting for us, he is thinking it long."
The boy rose and took the horses and yoked the chariot.
Cuchulainn stepped into his chariot and they came on to the ford.
As to Fer Diad"s servant, he had not long to watch till he heard the creaking of the chariot coming towards them. He took to waking his master, and made a song:
"I hear a chariot," etc.
(This is the description of Cuchulainn"s chariot: one of the three chief chariots of the narration on the Cattle Foray of Cualnge.)
"How do you see Cuchulainn?" said he, said Fer Diad, to his charioteer.
"I see," said he, "the chariot broad above, fine, of white crystal, with a yoke of gold with ---- (?), with great panels of copper, with shafts of bronze, with tyres of white metal, with its body thin-framed (?) dry-framed (?), feat-high, sword-fair (?), of a champion, on which there would be room for seven arms fit for a lord (?). A fair seat for its lord; so that this chariot, Cuchulainn"s chariot, would reach with the speed of a swallow or of a wild deer, over the level land of Mag Slebe. That is the speed and ---- which they attain, for it is towards us they go. This chariot is at hand on two horses small-headed, small-round, small-end, pointed, ----, red-breasted, ----, easy to recognise, well-yoked. ... One of the two horses is supple(?), swift-leaping, great of strength, great of foot, great of length, ----. The other horse is curly-maned, slender-footed, narrow-footed, heeled, ----.
Two wheels dark, black. A pole of metal adorned with red enamel, of a fair colour. Two bridles golden, inlaid. There is a man with fair curly hair, broad cut (?), in the front of this chariot. There is round him a blue mantle, red-purple. A spear with wings (?), and it red, furious; in his clenched fist, red-flaming. The appearance of three heads of hair on him, i.e. dark hair against the skin of his head, hair blood-red in the middle, a crown of gold covers the third hair.
"A fair arrangement of the hair so that it makes three circles round about his shoulders down behind. I think it like gold thread, after its colour has been made over the edge of the anvil; or like the yellow of bees on which the sun shines in a summer day, is the shining of each single hair of his hair. Seven toes on each of his feet, and seven fingers on each of his hands, and the shining of a very great fire round his eye, ---- (?) and the hoofs of his horses; a hero"s ---- in his hands.
"The charioteer of the chariot is worthy of him in his presence: curly hair very black has he, broad-cut along his head. A cowl-dress is on him open; two very fine golden leaf-shaped switches in his hand, and a light grey mantle round him, and a goad of white silver in his hand, plying the goad on the horses, whichever way the champion of great deeds goes who was at hand in the chariot.
"He is veteran of his land (?): he and his servant think little of Ireland."
"Go, O fellow," said he, said Fer Diad; "you praise too much altogether; and prepare the arms in the ford against his coming."
"If I turned my face backwards, it seems to me the chariot would come through the back of my neck."
"O fellow," said he, "too greatly do you praise Cuchulainn, for it is not a reward for praising he has given you"; and it is thus he was giving his description, and he said:
"The help is timely," etc.
It is not long afterwards that they met in the middle of the ford, and Fer Diad said to Cuchulainn:
"Whence come you, O Cua?" said he (for [Note: An interpolation.]