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6. The March Of The Host	Imthechta in t-shluaig
On the first stage the hosts went from Cruachan, they slept the night at Cul Silinne, where to-day is Cargin's Lough. And in that place was fixed the tent of Ailill son of Ross, and the trappings were arranged, both bedding and bed-clothes. 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, the son of Conchobar's daughter, at its side; Conall Cernach at its side, 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.	Cetna uidi dochúatar na slóig, co faitar inn aidchi sin for Cúil Silinni. Ocus focress a phupall do Ailill mac Rosa inn aidchi sin, pupall Fergusa meic Roich dia láim deiss, Cormac Condlonges mac Conchobair for a lamide, Íth mac Étgáith for a lamide, Fiachu mac Firaba for a lamide, Gobnend mac Lurgnig for a lamide. Suidigud pupaill Ailella dia laim deiss ar in t-sluagud insin, ocus tricha cét fer n-Ulad dia láim insin. Ocus ba aire dobered tricha cét fer n-Ulad dia láim deiss, co m-bad facsiti in cocur & comrád & na hairigthi bíd & lenna doib-sium.
Medb of Cruachan, daughter of Eocho Fedlech, moreover, was at Ailill's left. Finnabair ('Fairbrow'), daughter of Ailill and Medb, at her side, besides servants and henchmen. 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 in milk to the men of Erin on the march, for king and queen and prince and poet and pupil.	Medb Chruachan immorro do chlí Ailella, Findabair for a lamide, Flidais Foltchain, ben side Ailella Find arna feis la Fergus ar Táin bó Cúalnge, ocus issí no bered in sechtmad n-aidchi ingalad d'feraib hErend for in t-sluagad do lacht eter ríg & rígain & rigdomna & filid & foglaimthid.
Medb remained in the rear of the host that day in quest of tidings and augury and knowledge. She called to her charioteer to get ready her nine chariots for her, to make a circuit of the camp that she might learn who was loath and who eager to take part in the hosting. With nine chariots she was wont to travel, that the dust of the great host might not soil her. Medb suffered not her chariot to be let down nor her horses unyoked until she had made a circuit of the camp.	Medb ba dedenach dona sluagaib in lá sain ic iarfaigid fessa & fastini & eolais, ar co fessed cia lasbad lesc & lasbad laind in sluagad do thecht. Ni arlacair Medb ara turnta a carpat nó ara scorthea a eich, co rálad cor di sin dunad.
Then, when she had reviewed the host, 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, namely the division of the Galian ('of Leinster')," quoth Medb. "Why blamest thou these men?" queried Ailill. "It is not that we blame them," Medb made answer. "What good service then have these done that they are praised above all?" asked Ailill. "There is reason to praise them," said Medb. "Splendid are the warriors. 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, and their harps are playing for them. When all the others have finished eating and feasting, these are by that time asleep.	Andsain ra díchurit eich Medba & ra turnait a carpait, & dessid ar laim Ailella meic Mata. Ocus confóchta Ailill scéla di Meidb [ar co fessed Medb], cia lasmad laind no nemlaind [no lasmad lesc] in slúagad. hEspach do neoch a thríall acht dond oen fialluch, ar Medb. Cia maith fogniat, in tan moltair sech cách, ar Ailill. Fail slug molta forro, ar Medb. Tráth ro gab cách dunad & longphort do denam, ro scáich doib-sium botha & bélscalain do denam. Tráth ro scáich ra cách botha & bélscalain (do denam), ro scáich dóib-sium urgnam bid & lenna. Tráth tarnaic do chach urgnom bíd & lenna, scaich doib-sium praind & tomailt. Trath ro scaich praind & tomailt, batar-som na cotlud andsaide.
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. It is folly then for these to go, since it is those others will enjoy the victory of the host!'' "So much the better, I bow," 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," cried Medb. Let them stay at home then," said Ailill. "Stay they shall not," answered Medb. "They will fall on us in the rear and will seize our land against us." "What shall they do then," Finnabair 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; "'tis a woman's advice, for that they pitch their tents and make their pens so promptly and unwearily."	Feib ra deligetar a n-daér & a mogaid de doeraib & mogadaib fer n-hErend, deligfit a n-degláich & a n-degóic do deglaichaib & de degócaib fer n-hErend in chur sa for in t-sluagad. Ferr-de linni sain, bar Ailill, dáig is lind imthiagat & is erund conbágfat. Anat i fos didiu, bar Ailill. Ni anfat, bar Medb. Cid dogenat didiu, bar Findabair, meni digset ammach & nad anat i fos. Bás & aided & airlech is accobor lem-sa dóib, bar Medb. Mairg atber ón omm, bar Ailill, ar abba dunad & longphort do gabáil dóib co hellom & co héscaid.
"By the truth of my conscience," cried Fergus, "not thus shall it happen, for they are allies of us men of Ulster. No one shall do them to death but he that does death to myself along with them!" "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 Mane, that is, my seven sons with their seven divisions, and the sons of Maga with their seven 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!"	Dar fír ar cubais, ar Fergus, ní dingnea bás dóib-siút acht intí dogena bás dam-sa. Ni rim-sa is ráite duit-siu sain, a Ferguis, ar Medb, dáig itó-sa lín do gona & t'airlig co trichait cét Galian immut, dáig atat na secht Mani cona secht trichtaib cét & Meic Magach cona trichait cét & Ailill cona trichait cét & atúsa com thegluch no. Atam and sain lín do gona-su & t'airlig cot trichait cét Galian immut.
"It befits thee not thus to speak to me," said Fergus, "for I have with me here in alliance with us Ulstermen, the seven Under-kings of Munster, with their seven cantreds. Here we have what is best of the youths of Ulster, even the division of the Black Banishment. 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. I will give thee battle in the midst of the camp, and to me will they hold steadfast on the day of battle.	Ni comadas a rád frim-sa sain, ar Fergus, dáig atát lim-sa sund na secht n-airrig do Mumnechaib cona secht trichtaib cét. Failet sund tricha cét anas dech di ócaib Ulad, fail sund anas dech dagóc fer n-hErend trîcha cét Galian. Messi dana as chor & as glinni & trebairi friú, o thancatar o críchaib dilsib fadesin, & lim congébat sind ló baga sa.
More than all that," added Fergus, "these men shall be no subject of dispute. By that I mean I will never forsake them. For 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. This division of Leinstermen I will distribute among all the host of 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 of the Galian among the men of Erin in such wise that there were not five men of them in any one place.	Atá ní, ar Fergus, ni batecra ind fir sin, is inund ón & ni deceltar dam. Discáilfet-sa úaim in trichait cet Galian út fo firu hErend, conna bia coiciur díb i n-oenbale. Fó lim-sa ón, ar Medb, case chruth i m-bet acht nad bet sin cháir chomraic itát ammáin. Is andsain ra díscáil Fergus in trichait cet sain fo feraib hErend, nad bói coiciur díb i n-oenbaile.
Thereupon, the troops set out on their way and march. It was no easy thing for their kings and their leaders to attend to that mighty host. They took part in the expedition 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.	Lotar na slóig iarsodain i cend séta & imthechta. Fa dolig dóib frithairle in t-slúaig romóir. Lotar forsin fecht frisna iltuathaib & frisna ilmacnib & frisna ilmílib dos-bertatar leo, comman-actís & comma-fessaitis, con bad chách cona cháemaib & cona chairdib & cona chomdúalus for in t-sluagad. Atbertatar dana ba samlaid bad chóir a thecht.
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 by a separate route 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 after Conchobar had usurped the kingship and 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.	Atbertatar dana beus cinnas bad chomdas in sluagad do thecht: Cach drong imma ríg, cach réim imma muirech & cach buiden imma tuisech, cach rí & cach rígdomna d'feraib hErend ina thulaig fo leith. Ro raidset béus cia bad chóir do eolus rempu eter na da chuiced. Ocus atbertsat co m-bad é Fergus ar bith ba slúagad baga dó in sluagad, dáig is é bói secht m-bliadna irrígu Ulad, & iar marbad mac n-Usnig fora faisam & for a chommairgi tanic estib, & atá sect m-bliadna déc fri Ultu ammuig ar longais & bidbanas. Is aire sin bad chomadas a dul ria cách do eolas.
So the lead of the way was entrusted to Fergus. Fergus before all fared forth to seek tidings, and a feeling of love and 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. And he began to detain and delay the host.	Luid iarum assa aithli sin Fergus ria cách do eolas. Ocus tanic ell condailbi im Ultaib dó & dobretha cor n-imruill fothuaid & fodess dona sluagaib. Ocus urthatar techta úad corrobthaib do Ultaib. Ocus ro gab ic fostud & oc imfuiriuch in t-sluaig.
Medb perceived this and she upbraided him for it, and chanted the lay:-- Medb: "Fergus, speak, what shall we say? What may mean this devious way? For we wander north and south; Over other lands we stray!" Fergus: "Medb, why art thou so perturbed? There's no treacherous purpose here. Ulster's land it is, O queen, Over which I've led thy host!" Medb: "Ailill, splendid with his hosts, Fears thee lest thou should'st betray. Thou hast not bent all thy mind To direct us on our way!" Fergus: "Not to bring the host to harm Make these changing circuits I. Haply could I now avoid Sualtach's son, the Blacksmith's Hound!" Medb: "Ill of thee to wrong our host, Fergus, son of Ross the Red; Much good hast thou found with us, Fergus, in thy banishment!"	Rathaigis Medb anísin & benais Medb béim n-aisce fair & ro chan in láid: M: A Ferguis ca radem de, cinnas conaire amse, fordul fodess is fothúaid berma dar cech n-aile thuaith. F: A Medb cid not medra-su, ni cosmail fri brath inso, is for Ultu a ben tra in tir darsa tiagusa. M: Ardatt-ágadar co n-gail Ailill án cona sluagaib, ni tharddais menmain, comal n-gle, fri imthus na comaire. F: Ni for amlesaib in t-slúaig ber-sa cach fordul ar n-úair, dús inn imgabaind iar tain Coinculaind mac Sualtaig. M: Ecóir duit amles ar slúaig, a Ferguis meic Rosa Ruaid, mór de maith fuarais i fus ar do lonhgais a Fergus.
"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.	Nad biu-sa resna sluagaib ní ba siriu, bar Fergus, acht iarra-su nech n-aill ríam [reman] rempo. Dessid Fergus riasna sluagaib arái.
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 treasures, and the flaming torch, even Cuchulain son of Sualtaim. And thus he foreshowed him and chanted a lay, and Medb responded :	Batar cethri ollchoicid hErend bar Cuil Silinni inn aidchi sin. Tanic gérmenma géribrach Conculaind do Fergus, ocus ra raid ra firu hErend fatchius do denam, daig das-ficfad in leom letarthach & in bráth bidbad & in bidba sochaide & in cend costuda & in cirriud mórshlúaig & in lám tidnaicthi & in chaindel adanta .i. Cuchulaind mac Sualtaig. Ocus ro boi ica thairngire samlaid & doringni in laid, & ro recair Medb:
Fergus: "Well for ye to heed and watch, With array of arms and men. He will come, the one we fear, Murthemne's great, deedful youth!" Medb: "How so dear, this battle-rede, Comes from thee, Roig's son most bold. Men and arms have I enough To attend Cuchulain here!" Fergus: "Thou shalt need them, Medb of Ai, Men and arms for battle hard, With the grey steed's horseman brave, All the night and all the day!" Medb: "I have kept here in reserve Heroes fit for fight and spoil; Thirty hundred hostage-chiefs, Leinster's bravest champions they. Fighting men from Cruachan fair, Braves from clear-streamed Luachair, Four full realms of goodly Gaels Will defend me from this man!" Fergus: "Rich in troops from Mourne and Bann, Blood he'll draw o'er shafts of spears; He will cast to mire and sand These three thousand Leinstermen. With the swallow's swiftest speed, With the rush of biting wind, So bounds on my dear brave Hound, Breathing slaughter on his foes!" Medb: "Fergus, should he come 'tween us, To Cuchulain bear this word: He were prudent to stay still; Cruachan holds a check in store." Fergus: "Valiant will the slaughter be Badb's wild daughter gloats upon. For the Blacksmith's Hound will spill Showers of blood on hosts of men!"	F: Fó dúib fatchius ocus fót co n-ilur arm ocus óc, ticfa intí tagammar de, morglonnach (mor) Murthemne. M: Condalb sain, condelg n-ága, duit-siu a meic Roig rodána, óic ocus airm limm forlaind do rithalim conculaind. F: Rochatir a Medb don Maig óic is airm don immargail for cind marcaig Léith Mache cach aidche is cach óen lathe. M: Atat acum sund for leith curaid ri cath is ri creich, trícha cét di dhodnaib gíall do láthaib gaile Galian. Na curaid a Cruachain chain, na laeich a Luachair lendglain, cethri choicid Gaedel n-gel dingebait dím in oenfer. F: Buidnech Bairrche & Banna con srenhgfa crú dar cranna, con cicher ar múr is ar n-grian in trícha sin fer Galian. I n-athlaime na fandle, illúais na gáithe gairbe, is amlaid bís mo chú cháem chain oc imguin ós analaib. M: A Ferguis doroichet raind, roiched úait do Choinchulaind, rab é a thuachail beith na thost, atetha a Cruachain crúadchosc. F: Bid ferda fírfitir fuidb i n-airiur ingine Buidb, cú na cerda crithrib cró snigfid fairne ferga fó.
After this lay the men of the four grand provinces of Erin marched on the morrow over Moin Coltna ('the Marsh of Coltain') eastwards that day; and there met them eight score deer in a single herd. 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 among the men of Erin, wherever there was a man of the Galian, it was he that got them, except five deer only which was the men of Erin's share thereof, so that one division took all the eight score deer.	A (h)aithle na láide sin: Tancatar cethri ollchoiceda hErend dar Móin Coltna sair in lá sain & damarallsatar dóib ocht fichtiu oss n-allta. Sernsat & immsit na slóig impu & ros gonsat conna batar élódaig díb. Acht atá ní: garbat discailtig tricha cet Galían, cóic aige in amáin ba hé cuit fer (nh-)hErend díb, ro das-fuc in t-oen tricha cet uli na hocht fichtiu oss.
It was on that same day, after the coming of the warning from Fergus to the Ulstermen, that Cuchulain son of Sualtaim, and Sualtaim Sidech ('of the Fairy Mound'), his father, when they had received the warning from Fergus, came so near on their watch for the host that their horses grazed in pasture round the pillarstone on Ard Cuillenn ('the Height of Cuillenn'). Sualtaim's horses cropped the grass north of the pillarstone close to the ground; Cuchulain's cropped the grass south of the pillar-stone even to the ground and the bare stones.	Is hé in lá cetna tánic Cuchulaind mac Sualtaig & Sualtach Sídech a athair, con geltatar a n-eich geilt immon corrthe ic Ard Chuillend. Con geltat eich Sualtaig fri coirthi a túaid fér co húir, fogeltat eich Conculaind fri corthi aness fér co húir & connici na lecga lomma.
"Well, O master Sualtaim," said Cuchulain; "the thought of the host is fixed sharp upon me to-night, 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 maid of Fedlimid Nocruthach ('of the Nine Forms') Conchobar's daughter, according to my own agreement, till morning." "Alas, that one should go on such a journey," 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."	Maith a phopa Sualtaig, ar Cuchulaind, (atá) gérmenma in t-slóig form-sa, & urthaq-su dún corrobtha do Ultaib, ar nad bet ar maigib rédib, co n-digset n-hErend. Ocus tussu a daltáin, cid am gena dana. Am écen-sa tocht i n-herus inalta Feidilmthi Nóichruthaige fo dess co Temraig ram glinni fodessin co matin. Mairgg théit ón ám, ar Sualtach, & Ulaid do lecud fo chossaib annamat & a n-échtrand ar thecht i comdáil n'óenmná. Amm ecen-sa tra techt. Dáig meni digius, guigfitir dala fer & fírfaitir briathra ban.
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 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.	Urtha Sualtach co robthaib do Ultaib. Luid Cuchulaind fon fid & tópacht and cétbunni darach d'oenbéim bun barr, & ro sniastar ar oenchois & ar oenláim & oensúil & doringni id de, & tuc ainm n-oguim na menuc inn eda & n-id co ranic remur in chorthe. Luid Cuchulaind na bandáil asa aithle sin.
Touching the men of Erin, the account follows here: They came up to the pillar-stone at Ard Cuillenn, which is called Crossa Coil to-day, 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 and every gap. They were wont to do so that they might save the brooches and cushions and cloaks of the host, so that the dust of the multitude might not soil them 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, 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.	Imthusa fer n-hErend imrater sund iar tain. Tancatar saide connici in corthe ic Árd Cullend, ocus gabsad oc fégad in chuicid aneóil uadib, cúicid Ulad. Ocus dias de muntir Medba no bid rempo dogres i tossuch cach dúnaid & cach sluagaid, cach átha & cach (ab)and & cach bernad ----- 'saire dognítsium sain, arna tisad diamrugud dia timthaigib na rígmac i n-eturturtugud na n-imchummung slúag na sochaide -----, .i. da mac Nera meic Nuatair meic Tacain, .i. da mac rechtairi na Cruachan, Err & Innell. Fráech & Fochnam anmand a n-arad.
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. 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.	Tancatar mathi hErend connici in corthi, & gabsat oc fégad ingelta ro geltsat na eich immon corthi, & gabsat oc fegad ind idi barbarda forácaib in rígnia immun corthi. Ocus gebid Ailill in n-id inna láim [in n-id], & atuc illiam Fergusa & airlegais Fergus in n-ainm n-ogaim bái na menuc ind eda & innisis Fergus d'feraib hErend inní ro chan in t-ainm ogaim bai sin menuc, & is amlaid ro gab ica innisin & doringni laid:
When 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, and it is thus he began to recite and he pronounced a lay:--
"What bespeaks this withe to us, What purports its secret rede? And what number cast it here, Was it one man or a host? "If ye go past here this night, And bide not a one night in camp On ye'll come the tear-flesh Hound; Yours the blame, if ye it scorn! "'Evil on the host he'll bring, If ye go your way past this. Find, ye druids, find out here, For what cause this withe was made!" A druid speaks: "Cut by hero, cast by chief, As a perfect trap for foes. Stayer of lords--with hosts of men-- One man cast it with one hand! "With fierce rage the battle 'gins Of the Smith's Hound of Red Branch. Bound to meet this madman's rage; This the name that's on the withe! "Woes to bring with hundred fights On four realms of Erin's land; Naught I know 'less it be this For what cause the withe was made!"	Id inso cid sluinnes dún, in t-id cid immatá a rún, is ca lín ra lád cose, inn uathad no in sochaide. Mad dia tistai secha innocht can anad aice illongphort, da-bar-ró in Cú cirres cach n-om, táir foraib a sárugod. Con tabair irchoit don t-slúag mad dian bérthai uide uad, finnaid a drúide andsain cid imma n-dernad in t-id. Crefnas curad cur ro la, lán-aircess fri ecrata, costud ruirech fer co n-dáil, ras cuir oenfer dá oenláim. Furopair fir ra feirg fúair con na cerdda sin Chraebruaid, iss naidm níad ninasc fir nir, is é ainm fil isinn id. Do chur chesta cetaib drend for cethri coiceda hErend, no con fetar-sa act mad sin cid imma n-dernad in t-id.
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, and if ye go beyond 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, certain it is, whether ye be under the ground or in a tight-shut house, the man that wrote the ogam hereon will bring slaughter and bloodshed upon ye before the hour of rising on the morrow, if ye make light of him!"	Aithli na laide sin: Atbiur-sa mo brethir frib, ar Fergus, mad dia sárgid in n-id sin & in rignia doringni can aidchi n-dúnaid & longphuirt sund, na con derna fer úaib id a macsamla sút ar oenchois & óensuil & oenláim, feib doringni-sium, cid airchind bes-sum fó thalmain no i tig fó dúnud, conairgife guin & fuligud dúib ria tráth éirge immbarach, diana sárgid.
"That, surely, would not be pleasing to us," quoth Medb, "that any one should straightway 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 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, that is, Fidduin, ('the Wood of the Dun') southwards till morning. There will we pitch our camp and quarters."	Ni hed-sain ba háil linni ém, ar Medb, nech d'fuligud no d'fordergad foirn ar tíchtain isin cóiced n-aneóil se .i. i cuiced Ulad. Alcu dún fuligud & fordergad for nech. Ni sariagum itir in n-id se, bar Ailill, & ní sáríagum in rignia dan-ringni, acht ragma im-munigin ind feda móir se tess co matin. Gebthar dunad & longphort acund and.
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.	Lotar na slóig iarum & baslechtat rempu in fid dia claidbib riana carptib, conid Slechta comainm ind inaid sin beus, airm itaat Partraigi beca ra Cenannas na ríg an-iardess amne, bar Cuil Sibrilli.
According to other books, it is told as follows: After they had come to Fidduin 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. They slept in Cul Sibrille, which is Cenannas.
A heavy snow fell on them that night, and so great it was that it reached to the shoulders of the men and to the flanks of the horses and to the poles 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 prepare food nor drink, nor made they a meal nor repast. None of the men of Erin wot whether friend or foe was next him until the bright hour of sunrise on the morrow.	Ferais tromsnechta dóib inn aidchi sin, & bái da mét co roiched co formnaib fer & co slessaib ech & co fertsib carpat, co m-batar clarenig uile coiceda hErend din t-snechtu. Acht ni ra sádit sosta no botha no pupla inn aidchi sin, ni dernad urgnam bíd no lenna, ni dernad praind no tomaltus. Ni fitir nech d'feraib hErend in cara fa náma ba nessam dó co solustráth éirge arnabárach.
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 with the snow at Cul Sibrille. The four grand provinces of Erin moved out early on the morrow with the rising of the bright-shining sun glistening on the snow and marched on from that part into another.	Is comtig conna fuaratar fir hErend aidchi n-dunaid no longphuirt bad mó dód no doccair dóib ar inn aidchi seo bar Cuil Sibrilli. Tancatar cethri ollchóiceda hErend co moch arnabárach la turcbáil n-gréne dar taitnem in t-snechtai & lotar rempo assin chrích i n-araile.
Now, as regards Cuchulain: It was far from being early when he arose from his tryst. And then he ate a meal and took a repast, and he remained until he had 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.	Imthúsa Conculaind immorro, ni érracht saide mochthrád eter, co tormalt feiss & dithait, co foilc & co ro fothraic in lá sain. Radis fria araid, ar con ragbad in n-echrad & ar con indled in carpat. Gebis in t-ara in n-echraid & indlis in carpat, ocus luid Cuchulaind ina charpat. Ocus tancatar for slichtlorg in t-sluaíg. Fuaratar lorgfuilliucht fer n-hErend seccu assin chrích i n-araile.
"Alas, O master Laeg," cried Cuchulain, "by no good luck went we to our tryst with the woman last night. Would that we had not gone thither nor betrayed the Ultonians. 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, without warning, without complaint, into the land of Ulster." "I foretold thee that, O Cuchulain," said Laeg. "Even though thou wentest to thy woman-tryst last night, 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 for us in what number the men of Erin went by us."	Amae a phopa Laeig, ar Cuchulaind, ní ma lodmar dar m-bandáil arráir. Issed is lugu condric o neoch bís i cocrích, égim no iachtad no urfocra no a rád cia thic sin sligid, ní tharnic úan do rád. Lodatar fir hErend sechund i crích n-Ulad. Forairngert-sa duit-siu a Chuchulaind sain, ar Laeig, cia dochúadais it bandáil co ragad méla a macsamla fort. Maith a Laeig, eirgg dún for slichtlurg in t-slúaig & tabair airdmes forro, & finta dún ca lín dochuatar sechund fir hErend.
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. "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 after a long while he made a reckoning of them. "Even thou, it is not easy for thee. Thou art perplexed in thy counting, my little Cuchulain," quoth Laeg. "Not perplexed," answered Cuchulain; "it is easier for me than for thee. For I know the number wherewith the hosts went past us, namely, eighteen cantreds. Nay more: the eighteenth cantred has been distributed among the entire host of the men of Erin.	Tanic Laeg i slicht in t-slúaig & baluid dia lethagid in luirg, & tanic dia lettáib & luid adar a esi. Mesc for airm fort a mo phopa Láig, ar Cuchulaind. Is mesc écin, for Laeg. Tair isin carpat didiu, & dobér-sa ardmes forro. Tanic in t-ara sin carpat Luid Cuchulaind i slichtlurg in t-slúaig & dobretha airdmes forro. [Ocus tanic dia lettaéb & luid adar éssi]. Is mesc for árim fort a Chucuc, bar Laeg. Ni mesc, bar Cuchuhlaind, daig forfetar-sa in lín dochuatar sechund na sluáig, .i. ocht trichait chet déc, & ra fodlad dana in t-ochtmad tricha chét déc fo firu hErend.
Now, many and divers were the magic virtues that were in Cuchulain that were in no one else in his day. Excellence of form, excellence of shape, excellence of build, excellence 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.	Ra bátar tra ilbuada ilarda imda for Coinculaind: buaid crotha, buaid delba, buaid n-denma, buaid snáma, buaid marcachais, buaid fidchilli & branduib, buaid catha, buaid comraic, buaid comluind, buaid farcsena, buaid n-urlabra, buaid comairle, buaid foraim, buaid m-banaig, buaid crichi a crích comaithig.
"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 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."	Maith a mo phopa Láig, [innill dún in carpat &] saig brot dun ar in n-echraid. Cuindscle dún in carpat & tabair do chlár clé frisna sluagu dús in tarsimmís tossach nó deired nó medón dona sluagaib, dáig ni bam béo meni thaeth cara nó náma limm d'feraib hErend innocht.
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 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'). Thereupon Cuchulain went round the host till he came to Ath Grenca. 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 of his sword. 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 in the mid part of the stream, so that no chariot could go thereby on this side or that.	'Sand saigthis in t-ara brot for in n-echraid. Dobretha a chlár cle frisna sluagaib, co tarlaic i Taurloch Caille móre fri Cnogba narríg atúaid frisi rater Áth n-Gabla. Luid Cúchulaind fon fid andsain & tarmlaing asa charput & topacht gabail cethri m-bend bun barr d'oenbéim. Ros fuacha & ros fallsce & dobreth ainm n-oguim na taeb & dobretha roth n-urchair di a iarthur a charpait do ind a oenláime, co n-dechaid da trian i talmain, connach bói acht oentrían uasa.
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 would be the first to fight and contend with Cuchulain, which of them would inflict the first wound upon him and be the first to behead him. Cuchulain turned on them, and straightway he struck off their four heads from themselves Eirr and Indell and from Foich and Fochlam, their drivers, and he fixed a head of each man of them on each of the prongs of the pole.	Is andsin tarthatar in da gilla chétna, .i. da mac Nera meic Uatair meic Tacáin é, icond auropair sin. Ocus ba tetarrachtain dóib, cia díb no bérad a chétguine fair & no benfad a chend de artús. Impádar Cúchulaind friu & topacht a cethri cinnu dib colléic & tuc cend cech fir díb ar a beind do bennaib na gabla.
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 around their ears and their bellies red and the bodies of the warriors dripping their blood down outside on the ribs of the chariots. Thus he did, 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 (and their crimsoned trappings upon them). 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.	Ocus leicis Cúchulaind eocho in fiallaig sin i n-agid fer n-hErend i frithdruing na sliged cetna & a n-ésse airslaicthi & a meide forderga & cuirp na curad ic tindsaitin a fola sell sís for crettaib na carpat. Dáig ni bá miad nó ni ba maiss leiss echrad nó fuidb nó airm do brith ona corpaib no marbaib. Atchondcatar na sluaig dana eich ind fiallaig batar ríam [remán] rempu & na cuirp i n-ecmais a cend & cuirp na curad ic tindsaitin a fola sell sís for crettaib na carpat. Anais tossach in t-sluaig fria deired, & focuirethar in artbe cumma & in armgrith uile.
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 which she wore round her head.	Doroacht Medb & Fergus & na Mane & Meic Magach. Daig ar bith is amlaid no imthiged Medb & nói carpait fóthi a oenur, dá charpat rempe dí & da charpat na diaid & da charpat cechtar a da taeb & (a) carpat eturru ar medon cadessin. Is aire fogníd Medb sin, ar na ristais fótbaige a cruib graig, nó uanfad a glomraib srían nó dendgur mórsluaig nó morbuiden [ar na tisad diamrugud] don mind óir na rígna.
"What have we here?" queried Medb. "Not hard to say," each and all made answer; "the horses of the band that went out before us are here and their bodies lacking their heads in their chariots." They held 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 and that it was a battle that had taken place before them on the ford. 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.	Cid inso, for Medb. Ni ansa, ar cach, eich ind fiallaig ro bátar rím remán sund, & a cuirp ina carptib i n-écmais a cend. Ra cruthaiged comairle occu & ba demin leo combad slicht sochaide sut & gomba tadall mórslúaig & gondat Ulaid ar-das-tánic, & ba sed a comairle ra cruthaiged leo: Cormac Condlonges mac Conchobair do lecud uadib, & da fiss cid bái sind áth, ar bith cia no betis Ulaid and ní gonfaitis mac arríg dílis fodessin.
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, and a writing in ogam on the side, 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. By that time, 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.	Tanic assa aithli Cormac Condlonges mac Conchobair, & bá sed a lín tanic, deich cét ar fichit cheét fer n-armach, dia fis cid bái issind áth, & a ránic ní facca ní act in n-gabail ar lár ind átha co cethri cennaib forri ic tinnsaitin a fola sell sís fri creitt na gabla i sruthair na haband, ocus glethe (.i. slicht) na da ech & fuilliucht ind óenchárptig & slicht inn oenláich assind áth sair sechtair. Tancatar mathi hErend connici in n-ath & gabsat oc fégad na gabla uili. Ba machtad & ba ingnad leo cia ro chuir in coscur.
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.'
"What name have ye men of Ulster for this ford till now, Fergus?" asked Ailill. "Ath Grenca," 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:--	Ca ainm ind átha sa acaib-si gus trath sa a Ferguis, ar Ailill. Ath n-Grena, bar Fergus, & bid Áth n-Gabla a ainm co bráth din gabuil se i fect sa, ar Fergus, ocus ra raid in laid:
"Grenca's ford shall change its name, From the strong and fierce Hound's deed. Here we see a four-pronged fork, Set to prove all Erin's men! "On two points-- as sign of war-- Are Fraech's head and Fochnam's head; On its other points are thrust Err's head and Innell's withal! "And yon ogam on its side, Find, ye druids, in due form, Who has set it upright there? What host drove it in the ground?" (A druid:) "Yon forked pole-- with fearful strength-- Which thou seest, Fergus, there, One man cut, to welcome us, With one perfect stroke of sword! "Pointed it and shouldered it-- Though this was no light exploit-- After that he flung it down, To uproot for one of you! "Grenca was its name till now-- All will keep its memory-- Fork-ford be its name for aye, From the fork that's in the ford!"	Áth n-Grena claimchlaifid ainm do gním chon ruanaid rogairb fail sund gabuil cethri mh-bend do cheist for feraib hErend. Fai ar da m-beind mana n-áig cend Fraéch & cend Fochnáim fail araile ar da m-beind cend Eirre & cend Innill. Gá ogum sút ina taeb, finnaid a druide co n-aéb, is cia dorat inti sain, giá lin ros cland i talmain. In gabul út co n-gráin guiss atchi-siu sund a F ros tesc oenfer ar mochin de bulli chrichid chlaidib. Ros fúach is ras fuc fria aiss, gided ni hengnam imthaiss, is dass-arlaic sís ar sain da gait d'fir uaib-si as talmain. Ath n-Grena a ainm mad cose, méraid ra cách a chumne, bid Ath n-Gabla a ainm co bráth din gabail atchi sind áth.
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."	Aithli na laidi: Machdath & ingnad lim-sa a Ferguis, bar Ailill, cia no thescfad in n-gabail & bífed in cethrur búi remoind i traiti se. Ba córu machtad & inhgantus dontí ro tesc in nh-gabail atchí d'óenbéim bun barr, ros fuach & ros faillsce, & tarlaic rofut n-urchair dia íarthur a charpait d'ind a óenlaime, co n-dechaid dar a da trían i talmain, connach fil acht a óentrían uasom, & nach class cona chlaideb rempe, acht is tria glaslec clochi co n-indsmad, & conid geiss d'feraib hErend techt do lár ind atha sa, na co tuca nech díb hí anís do indla oenláime, feib dos-farlaic-sium sís ó chianaib.
"Thou art of our hosts, O Fergus," said Medb; "avert this necessity from us, and do thou draw the fork for us from the bed of the ford." "Let a chariot be brought me," cried Fergus, "till I draw it out, that it may be seen that its butt is of one hewing." And a chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus laid hold with a truly mighty grip on the fork, and he made splinters and scraps of the chariot. "Let another chariot be brought me," cried Fergus. Another chariot was brought to Fergus, and Fergus made a tug at the fork and again made fragments and splinters of the chariot, both its box and its yoke and its wheels. "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.	Is dár sluagaib duit-siu a Ferguis, ar Medb, & tabair in n-gabail dún do lár ind átha. Dom-roched carpat, ar Fergus. Ocus dobretha carpat do Fergus, ocus dobretha Fergus frosse forsin n-gabail & doringni minbruan & minscomart din charput. Dom-roiched carpat, ar Fergus. Dobretha carpat do Fergus, ocus dobretha Fergus feirtche forsin n-gabail & doringni briscbruan & minscomartach din charput. Dom-roched carpat, ar Fergus. Ocus dobretha Fergus nertad forsin nh-gabail & dorinhgni briscbruan & minscomart din charput.
There where the seventeen 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, by this time should we have come to Ulster, driving divers spoils and cattleherds 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."	Airm i m-bátar na secht carpait déc do charptib Connacht, doringni Fergus díb uile briscbruan & minscomart & ní chaemnaic in n-gabail do gait do lár ind átha. Ale leic ass a Ferguis, ar Medb, na bris dúin cairptiu ar túath ní as siriu. Dáig ar bith meni bethe ar in t-sluagud sa a chur sa, doraismis Ultu co n-airnelaib braiti & bóthánti lind. Ra fetamarni aní dia n-denai-siu sain, d'fostud & d'immfuiriuch in t-slúaig, co n-érsat Ulaid assa cess & co tucat cath dun, cath na tána.
"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 head of retainers, the foe of hosts, the hacking of masses, the flaming torch and the leader of mighty combat.	Dom-roiched crim carpat, ar Fergus. Ocus dobretha a charpat fadessin do Fergus, ocus dobretha Fergus tepe forsin n-gabail, & ni ro gnuisistar & ni ro gesistar roth nó fonnud nó fertas d'fertsib in charpait. Cia bai dia chalmacht & dia churatacht dos-farlaic intí dos-farlaic sís, bái dia nertmaire & dá óclachas das-fucastar in cathmilid & in chliathbern chét & (in t-) ord essorgni & in brathlecc bidbad & in cend costuda & in bidba sochaide & in cirriud morslúaig & in chaindel adantai & in toisech morchatha.
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 of Cuchulain, and he made a lay thereon:--	Dos-fuc anís do ind a oenláime co ránic aidlend a gualand, & dobretha in n-gabail illáim Ailella. Ocus tincais Ailill furri .i. nos fégand. Crichiditi lim-sa in gabul, ar Ailill, daig is oentescad atchíusa bun barr furri. Crichiditi omm, bar Fergus. Ocus ro gab Fergus ar admolad & dobretha laid furri:
"Here behold the famous fork, By which cruel Cuchulain stood. Here he left, for hurt to all, Four heads of his border-foes! "Surely he'd not flee therefrom, 'Fore aught man, how brave or bold. Though the scatheless Hound this left, On its hard rind there is gore! "To its hurt the host goes east, Seeking Cualnge's wild Brown bull. Warriors' cleaving there shall be, 'Neath Cuchulain's baneful sword! "No gain will their stout bull be, For which sharp-armed war will rage; At the fall of each head's skull Erin's every tribe shall weep! "I have nothing to relate As regards Dechtirè's son. Men and women hear the tale Of this fork, how it came here!"	Atá sund in gabul gluair co arabi Cúchulaind chrúaid, gá farcgaib ar ulc ri nech cethri cinnu comaithech. Is derb ní theichted úadi ria n-oenfer calma cruadi, gia ras facaib cú gan chess, arthá crá ma chaladchness. Mairg ragas in sluagad sair ar cend Duind Cuailnge chruadaig, betit curaid arna raind fa neim claidib Conculaind. Ní ba hascid a tharb trén mo am-bia comrac arm n-gér, ar crád chloicgne cach cind gol cach aicmi i n-hErind. Nuchum tha ní radim de im dala meicc Deictire, con cechlafat fir is mná din gabuil-sea mar atá.
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 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 yesternight. Let us give heed to the manner of folk to whom we go and let us hear somewhat of their deeds and famous tales." They raised their booths and pitched their tents. They got ready their food and drink, and songs were sung and harping intoned by them, and feasting and eating indulged in.	Aithli na laidi sin: Saditer sosta & pupaill lind, ar Ailill (no Fergus), & dentar urgnam bid & lenna lind & cantar ceoil & airfiti lind, & (dentar) praind & tomaltus, daig is comtig ara fagbaitis fir hErend ríam no iarom aidchi n-dunaid no longphoirt mad mó dód no doccair dóib andás ind aidchi se arráir. Ra sádit a sosta & ra suidigit a pupla. Darónad urgnam bíd & lenna leo, ocus ra canait ceóil & airfiti leo, & darónad praind & tomaltus.
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 to the border of the land, 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."	Ocus ra iarfacht Ailill do Fergus: Is machtad & iss ingantus lim, cia ticfadt cucaind co hor críchi & no bífed in cethrur búi remaind i traiti se. In dóig inar, tísed Conchobar mac Fachtna Fathaig ardrí Ulad. Nad dóig ém, ar Fergus, dáig líach a écnach na écmais. Ní fil ní nad gellfad dar cend a enig, dáig da m-bad é sin tísad and, ticfaitis sluaig & sochaide & forgla fer n-hErend filet maroen ris, & gia da betis for a cind i n-oenbaile & i n-oendáil & i n-oentochim & i n-oenlongphort & i n-oentulaig fir hErend & Alban, Bretain & Saxain, cath doberad dóib, reme no maissed, & ní fair no ráinfithé.
"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 sons of kings and the royal leaders of Ulster and Erin 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."	Ceist didiu cia bad dóig diar tiachtain. Dóig innar tised Cúscraid Mend Machae mac Conchobair o Inis Cuscraid. Nir dóig, ar Fergus, mac ind ardrí. Ni fil ni nad gellfad dar cend a enig, daig da m-bad é no thiasad and, ticfaitis meic ríg & rigthuisech failet maróen riss ic reicc a n-amsa, & gana betís ar a cind i n-óenbaile & i n-oendáil & i n-oentochim & i n-oenlongphort & i n-oentulaig fir hErend & fir Alban, Bretain & Saxain, cath dobérad dóib, reime no maidsed, & ni fair ro rainfide.
"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."	Ceist didiu inar tisad Eogan mac Durthachta rí Fernmaige. Nar dóig omm, ár dia m-bad é sin tisad and, ticfaitis fosta fer Fernmaige leiss, & catht dobérad dóib, reme no maissed, & ní fair no ráinfithe.
"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."	Ceist didiu cia bad dóig dar tíchtain. Dóig arnar tísad Celtchair mac Uthechair. Nar dóig omm. Liach a écnach na eécmais, brathlecc bidbad in choicid & cend a costuda uili, & comla chatha Ulad, & gana betís for a chind i noenbaile & i n-oendáil & i n-oentochim & i n-oenlongphort & i n-oentulaig [&] fir hErend uile o iarthur co airthiur, o desciurt co tuascert, cath dobérad dóib, reme no maidsed, & ni fair no ráinfide.
"I ask, then: Who would be like to have come to us?" asked Ailill. "I know not," Fergus replied, "unless it be the little lad, my nursling and Conchobar's. Cuchulain ('the Wolf-dog of Culann the Smith') he is called.	Ceist didiu cia bad dóig diar tiachtain. Inge ém meni thised in gilla bec mo delta sa & delta Conchobair, Cu Chulaind na cerdda atberar friss.
He 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."
"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 now is.	Ia omm ale, bar Ailill. Atchuala lib in mac m-bec sain fecht n-aill i Cruachain. Ced ón cinnas a aesa-sum in meic bic sin innossa. Ni hí a aés is dulgium dó eter, ar Fergus. Daig ba ferda a gníma in meic sin inbaid ba só andaás in inbaid inan fail.
In 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 Scathac, and he went to woo Emer; in his seventh year he took arms; in his seventeenth year he is at this time."
"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 a man-at-arms that is harder, nor a point that is keener, more terrible nor quicker, nor a more bloodthirsty wolf, nor a raven more flesh-loving, nor a wilder warrior, nor a match of his age that would reach to a third or a fourth the likes of Cuchulain. Thou findest not there," Fergus went on, "a hero his peer, nor a lion that is fiercer, nor a plank of battle, nor a sledge of destruction, nor a gate of combat, nor a doom of hosts, nor a contest of valour that would be of more worth than Cuchulain.	Ced ón, ar Medb, in fail cid d'Ultaib innossa comlonnaid a aesa is duilgium andá-sum. Ni airgem and fál bad fuilchuiriu, no láth bad luinniu, no comlannaid a aesa ra seised co trian no go cethramad comluind Conculaind. Ni airge and, ar Fergus, caur a chomluind no ord essorgni no bráth for borrbuidni no combág urgaile basad inraicciu andá Cuchulaind.
Thou findest not there one that could equal his age and his growth, his dress and his terror, his size and his splendour, his fame and his voice, his shape and his power, his form and his speech, his strength and his feats and his valour, his smiting, his heat and his anger, his dash, his assault and attack, his dealing of 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 above him, like unto Cuchulain."	Ni airge and con messed a aés & a ás & a forbairt & a ánius & a urfúath & a urlabra, a chrúas & a chless & a gasced, a forom & a amus & a ammsigi, a brath & a buadri & a buadirsi, a deini & a dechrad & a tharpige & a díanchoscur co cliss nónbair ar cach find úasu mar Choinculaind.
"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. His deeds of manhood have not yet come, nor will he hold out against tried men, this young, beardless elf-man of whom thou spokest." "We say not so," replied Fergus, "for manful were the deeds of the lad at a time when he was younger than he now is."	Ni denam robríg de, ar Medb, i n-oenchurp ata, imgeib guin immo-amgeib gabáil. Is aes ingini macdacht ármthir leis, ocus ni géba fri feta in serrite óc amulchach atberthe. Ni focclam-ne ón, ar Fergus, daig ba ferda a gníma in meicc sin inbaid bad sóó andas inbaid inad fail.