"Another company has come to the hill, to Slemon Midi," said Mac Roth. "Three warriors, fiery, n.o.ble, blue-faced, before it. Three heads of hair very yellow have they; three cloaks of one colour in folds about them; three brooches of gold over their arms, three shirts ---- with red ornamentation round about them; three shields alike have they; three swords gold-hilted on their shoulders; three spears, broad-grey, in their right hands. They are of equal age."
"Three glorious champions of Coba, three of great deeds of Midluachair, three princes of Roth, three veterans of the east of Sliab Fuait," said Fergus; "the three sons of Fiachna are these, after the Bull; that is, Rus and Dairi and Imchath," said Fergus.
"Another company has come there to the hill, to Slemon Midi," said Mac Roth. "A man lively, fiery, before it; eyes very red, of a champion, in his head; a many-coloured cloak about him; a chain of silver thereon; a grey shield on his left; [a sword] with a hilt of silver at his side; a spear, excellent with a striking of cruelty in his vengeful right hand; a shirt white, hooded, to his knee. A company very red, with wounds, about him, and he himself wounded and bleeding."
"That," said Fergus, "is the bold one, unsparing; that is the tearing; it is the boar [Note: Ir. _rop_, said to be a beast that wounds or gores.] of combat, it is the mad bull; it is the victorious one of Baile; it is the warlike one of the gap; it is the champion of Colptha, the door of war of the north of Ireland: that is, Menn Mac Salchalca from Corann. To avenge his wounds upon you has that man come," said Fergus.
"Another company has come there to the hill, to Slemon Midi," said Mac Roth, "and they very heroic, mutually willing. A warrior grey, great, broad, tall, before it. Hair dark, curly, on him; a cloak red, woollen, about him; a shirt excellent; a brooch of gold over his arms in his cloak; a sword, excellent, with hilt of white silver on his left; a red shield has he; a spear-head broad-grey on a fair shaft [Note: Conjecture; the Irish is obscure.] of ash in his hand.
"A man of three strong blows who has so come," said Fergus; "a man of three roads, a man of three highways, a man of three gifts, a man of three shouts, who breaks battles on enemies in another province: Fergrae Mac Findchoime from Corann is that."
"Another company has come there to the hill, to Slemon Midi," said Mac Roth. "Its appearance is greater than a cantred. A warrior white-breasted, very fair, before it; like to Ailill yonder in size and beauty and equipment and raiment. A crown of gold above his head; a cloak excellent folded about him; a brooch of gold in the cloak on his breast; a shirt with red ornamentation round about him; a shield wound-giving with rims of gold; the pillar of a palace in his hand; a sword gold-hilted on his shoulders."
"It is a sea over rivers who has so come, truly," said Fergus; "it is a fierce glow of fire; his rage towards foes is insupportable: Furbaidi Ferbend is that," said Fergus.
"Another company has come there to the hill, to Slemon Midi," said Mac Roth. "Very heroic, innumerable," said Mac Roth; "strange garments, various, about them, different from other companies.
Famously have they come, both in arms and raiment and dress. A great host and fierce is that company. A lad flame red before it; the most beautiful of the forms of men his form; ... a shield with white boss in his hand, the shield of gold and a rim of gold round it; a spear sharp, light, with in his hand; a cloak purple, fringed, folded about him; a brooch of silver in the cloak, on his breast; a shirt white, hooded, with red ornamentation, about him; a sword gold-hilted over his dress outside."
Therewith Fergus is silent.
"I do not know indeed," said Fergus, "the like of this lad in Ulster, except that I think it is the men of Temair about a lad proper, wonderful, n.o.ble: with Erc, son of Coirpre Niafer and of Conchobar"s daughter. They love not one another; ---- without his father"s leave has that man come, to help his grandfather. It is through the combat of that lad," said Fergus, "that you will be defeated in the battle. That lad knows not terror nor fear at coming to you among them into the midst of your battalion. It would be like men that the warriors of the men of Ulster will roar in saving the calf their heart, in striking the battle. There will come to them a feeling of kinship at seeing that lad in the great battle, striking the battle before them. There will be heard the rumble of Conchobar"s sword like the barking of a watch-dog in saving the lad. He will throw three walls of men about the battle in seeking the lad. It will be with the affection of kinsmen that the warriors of Ulster will attack the countless host," said Fergus.
"I think it long," said Mac Roth, "to be recounting all that I have seen, but I have come meanwhile (?) with tidings to you."
"You have brought it," said Fergus.
"Conall Cernach has not come with his great company," said Mac Roth; "the three sons of Conchobar with their three cantreds have not come; Cuchulainn too has not come there after his wounding in combat against odds. Unless it is a warrior with one chariot," said Mac Roth, "I think it would be he who has come there. Two horses ...
under his chariot; they are long-tailed, broad-hoofed, broad above, narrow beneath, high-headed, great of curve, thin-mouthed, with distended nostrils. Two wheels black, ----, with tyres even, smooth-running; the body very high, clattering; the tent ...
therein; the pillars carved. The warrior in that chariot four-square, purple-faced; hair cropped short on the top, curly, very black has he, down to his shoulders; ... a cloak red about him; four thirties of feat-poles (?) in each of his two arms. A sword gold-hilted on his left; shield and spear has he, and twenty-four javelins about him on strings and thongs. The charioteer in front of him; the back of the charioteer"s head towards the horses, the reins grasped by his toes (?) before him; the chessboard spread between them, half the men of yellow gold, the others of white metal; the _buanfach_ [Note: the name of a game; probably in the nature of chess or draughts.] under their thighs. Nine feats were performed by him on high."
"Who is that, O Fergus?" said Ailill.
"An easy question," said Fergus. "Cuchulainn Mac Sualtaim from the _Sid_, [Note: Cuchulainn was of fairy birth.] and Loeg Mac Riangabra his charioteer. Cuchulainn is that," said Fergus.
"Many hundreds and thousands," said Mac Roth, "have reached the camp of Ulster. Many heroes and champions and fighting-men have come with a race to the a.s.sembly. Many companies," said Mac Roth, "were reaching the same camp, of those who had not reached or come to the camp when I came; only," said Mac Roth, "my eye did not rest on hill or height of all that my eye reached from Fer Diad"s Ford to Slemon Midi, but upon horse and man."
"You saw the household of a man truly," said Fergus.
Then Conchobar went with his hosts and took camp near the others.
Conchobar asked for a truce till sunrise on the morrow from Ailill, and Ailill ratified it for the men of Ireland and for the exiles, and Conchobar ratified it for the Ulstermen; and then Conchobar"s tents are pitched. The ground between them is a s.p.a.ce, ----, bare, and the Ulstermen came to it before sunset. Then said the Morrigan in the twilight between the two camps: [Note: Rhetoric, seven lines]
Now Cuchulainn was at Fedan Chollna near them. Food was brought to him by the hospitallers that night; and they used to come to speak to him by day.
He did not kill any of them to the left of Fer Diad"s Ford.
"Here is a small herd from the camp from the west to the camp to the east," said the charioteer to Cuchulainn. "Here is a troop of lads to meet them."
"Those lads shall come," said Cuchulainn. "The little herd shall come over the plain. He who will not ---- (?) shall come to help the lads."
This was done then as Cuchulainn had said.
"How do the lads of Ulster fight the battle?"
"Like men," said the charioteer.
"It would be a vow for them, to fall in rescuing their herds," said Cuchulainn. "And now?"
"The beardless striplings are fighting now," said the charioteer.
"Has a bright cloud come over the sun yet?"
"Not so," said the charioteer.
"Alas, that I had not strength to go to them!" said Cuchulainn.
"There will be contest without that to-day," said the charioteer, "at sunrise; haughty folk fight the battle now," said the charioteer, "save that there are not kings there, for they are still asleep."
Then Fachna said when the sun rose (or it is Conchobar who sang in his sleep):
"Arise, Kings of Macha, of mighty deeds, n.o.ble household, grind your weapons, fight the battle," etc.
"Who has sung this?" said every one.
"Conchobar Mac Nessa," said they; "or Fachtna sang it," said they.
"Sleep, sleep, save your sentinels."
Loegaire the Victorious was heard: "Arise, Kings of Macha," etc.
"Who has sung that?" said every one.
"Loegaire the Victorious, son of Connad Buide Mac Ilech. Sleep, sleep, except your sentinels."
"Wait for it still," said Conchobar, "till sunrise ... in the glens and heights of Ireland."
When Cuchulainn saw the kings from the east taking their crowns on their heads and marshalling (?) the companies, Cuchulainn said to his charioteer that he should awaken the Ulstermen; and the charioteer said (or it is Amairgen, son of Eccet the poet, who said):
"Arise, Kings of Macha," etc.
"I have awakened them," said the charioteer. "Thus have they come to the battle, quite naked, except for their arms only. He, the door of whose tent is east, has come out through it west."
"It is a "goodly help of necessity,"" said Cuchulainn.
The adventures of the Ulstermen are not followed up here now. As for the men of Ireland, Badb and Net"s wife and Nemain [Note: Nemain was the wife of Net, the war-G.o.d, according to Cormac.]
called upon them that night on Garach and Irgarach, so that a hundred warriors of them died for terror; that was not the most peaceful of nights for them.