The Slaying Of Nathcrantail

11. The Slaying Of Nathcrantail Aided Nathcrantail

Then arose a huge warrior of Medb's people, Nathcrantail by name, and he came to attack Cuchulain. 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, and there was no shelter whatever.

Andsin atraacht laech prosta mór do muntir Medba, Nathcrantail a chomainm. Ocus tanic do fuapairt Conculaind. Nír fiu leis airm do thabairt leis itir, acht tri nói bera culind, até fuachda follscaide forloiscthi. Ocus and bói Cuchulaind forsin lind for a chind & ni ba faesam cid si.

[And there were nine darts, and none of them was to miss Cuchulain.] And he straightway cast [the first] dart at Cuchulain. Cuchulain sprang from the middle of the ground till he came on the tip of the dart. And again Nathcrantail threw a second dart. Nathcrantail threw a third dart and Cuchulain sprang on the point of the second dart and so on till he was on the point of the last dart.

Ocus batar noi m-bera trethi, ní bíd esbaid Conculaind for óen nach bir díb. And-sain focheird-sium bir for Coinculaind. Cingis Cuchulaind co m-bái for ind uachtarach in bera. [con tarlaic] Ocus tarlaic Nathcrantail béus in bir tanaise. Tarlaic Nathcrantail in tres m-bir. Ocus cingis Cuchulaind do ind in bera tanaise, co m-bái for ind in bera dedenaig.

It was then that the flock of birds which Cuchulain pursued on the plain flew away. Cuchulain chased them even as any bird of the air, pursuing the birds 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.

Is and-sin inn íall én sin mag. Luid Cuchulaind na n-díaid mar cach n-én, conna ragtáis úad, co fargdais cuit na aidchi d-ádaig. Daig issed arfurad & arfognad Cuchulaind, iascach & enach & osfeóil for Tain bo Cualnge.

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 of a warrior: "That famous Cuchulain that ye so talk of ran and fled in defeat before me when he came to me 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, Nathcrantail to wit, came upon him, he withstood him not but before him he ran away!"

Act atá ní: fo glé ra Nathcrantail iss i rói madma & techid dochuaid Cuchulaind uad. Ocus luid reme co dorus pupla Ailella & Medba & dobreth a ardguth ar aird: In Cuchulaind airdairc se atberthai-si dochuaid irrói (m)adma & techid riam reime ambuaruch. (Ro) fetammar, ar Medb, ra pad fír acht conaristaís dagláich & dagóic ni gébad fri feta in serriti óc amulchach sain, ár in am dos-farraid daglaech, ni riss ra gabastar, acht is riam remi ro madmastar.

And Fergus heard that, and Fergus was 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 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."

Ocus ra chuala Fergus aní sin, & ba níth mór la Fergus oén do máidim thechid fri Coinculaind. Ocus radis Fergus fri Fiachu mac Firaba, ár co n-digsed do acallaim Conculaind. Ocus raid-siu friss, fial do bith forsna sluagaib cian gar dorigéni gnimrada gaile forro, ocus ba féile dó a immfolach oldás teched ria n-oenlaech díb.

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 with them; but it would be fitter for thee to hide thyself than to fly before any one of their warriors!"

Dothaet iarum Fiachu do acallaim Conculaind. Ferais Cuchalaind fáilte fris. Tarissi lim-sa ind falti sin, act dot acallaim tanac ót aiti, ó Fergus. Ocus atbert: Fíal duit bith forsna sluagaib cian gar doringnis gnímrada gaile, ocus ba féliu duit th'immfoluch oldás teiched ria n-oenlaech díb.

"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, and I will not fly before him!"

Cid ón, cia nod máid acaib-si sin, bar Cuchulaind. Nathcrantail ém, bar Fiachu. Cid ón, na fetar-su & Fergus & mathi Ulad, na gonaim-se aradu no echlacha no aes gan armu. Ocus ní airm bái laisium acht bir craind. Ocus ni gonfaind-se Nathcrantail co m-beth arm leiss. Ocus ráid-siu friss, ar com-thé co moch imbárach sund, ocus ni thechiub-sa riam reme.

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 and came to his place of meeting and his wrath bided with him on that day. And he threw his cloak around him, so that it passed over the pillar-stone near by, 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 rage in him.

Ocus ba fata ra Nathcrantail, cor bo lá cona sollsi dó do fuapairt Conculaind. Tanic co moch arnabarach do fopairt Conculaind. Atraig Cuchulaind co moch, & dofancatar a ferga laiss in lá sain. Ocus focheird fáthi ferge dia brutt taris, co tarla dar in corthi clochi & con tópacht in corthe clochi a talmain etorru sa bratt. Ocus ní fitir sin itir ar méit na ferggi defánic ocus ra siabrad immi.

Then, too, came Nathcrantail, and he spake, "Where is this Cuchulain?" shouted Nathcrantail. "Why, over yonder near the pillar-stone before thee," 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!"

And-sain tra dothaet Nathcrantail ocus atbert: Cia airm itá in Cuchulaind se, for Nathcrantail. Aracut tall aile, ar Cormac Condlongas mac Conchobair. Ni hé sút cruth ar-dom-farfaid se indé, ar Nathcrantail. Dingaib-siu trá in laéch út, bar Cormac, & is samalta duit & feib no dingebtha Coinculaind.

Soon came Nathcrantail to seek Cuchulain and he made a wide sweep with his sword at Cuchulain. The sword encountered the pillar of stone that was between Cuchulain and his cloak, and the sword broke atwain on the pillar-stone. Then Cuchulain 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. Thus fell Nathcrantail slain by Cuchulain. Whereupon Cuchulain spoke the verse:

Tanic iarum Nathcrantail & focheird rót n-urchair dia chlaidiub úad for Coinculaind. Cona tarla immun corthi bói etir Coinculaind & a bratt, con róebriss in claideb immon chorthi. Cinhgid Cuchulaind do lár thalman, co m-bái for uachtar cobraidi scéith Nathcrantail, & dobretha táthbéim dó sech barr-uachtar in sceith, co tópacht a chend dia médi. Túargab a lam co immathlam darís & do thuc bulli n-aill immulluch in medi co n-dergeni da gabait rainti co talmain. Torchair Nathcrantail fon samlaid sin la Coinculaind. Atbert Cuchulaind assa aithle:

"Now that Nathcrantail has fallen,
There will be increase of strife!'
Would that Medb had battle now
And the third part of the host!"

Ma dorochair Nathcrantail
(bid formach dond imargail)
apraind can chath (isin úair)
do Meidb co triun in t-slúaig.

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11. The Slaying Of Nathcrantail	Aided Nathcrantail
Then arose a huge warrior of Medb's people, Nathcrantail by name, and he came to attack Cuchulain. 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, and there was no shelter whatever.	Andsin atraacht laech prosta mór do muntir Medba, Nathcrantail a chomainm. Ocus tanic do fuapairt Conculaind. Nír fiu leis airm do thabairt leis itir, acht tri nói bera culind, até fuachda follscaide forloiscthi. Ocus and bói Cuchulaind forsin lind for a chind & ni ba faesam cid si.
[And there were nine darts, and none of them was to miss Cuchulain.] And he straightway cast [the first] dart at Cuchulain. Cuchulain sprang from the middle of the ground till he came on the tip of the dart. And again Nathcrantail threw a second dart. Nathcrantail threw a third dart and Cuchulain sprang on the point of the second dart and so on till he was on the point of the last dart.	Ocus batar noi m-bera trethi, ní bíd esbaid Conculaind for óen nach bir díb. And-sain focheird-sium bir for Coinculaind. Cingis Cuchulaind co m-bái for ind uachtarach in bera. [con tarlaic] Ocus tarlaic Nathcrantail béus in bir tanaise. Tarlaic Nathcrantail in tres m-bir. Ocus cingis Cuchulaind do ind in bera tanaise, co m-bái for ind in bera dedenaig.
It was then that the flock of birds which Cuchulain pursued on the plain flew away. Cuchulain chased them even as any bird of the air, pursuing the birds 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.	Is and-sin inn íall én sin mag. Luid Cuchulaind na n-díaid mar cach n-én, conna ragtáis úad, co fargdais cuit na aidchi d-ádaig. Daig issed arfurad & arfognad Cuchulaind, iascach & enach & osfeóil for Tain bo Cualnge.
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 of a warrior: "That famous Cuchulain that ye so talk of ran and fled in defeat before me when he came to me 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, Nathcrantail to wit, came upon him, he withstood him not but before him he ran away!"	Act atá ní: fo glé ra Nathcrantail iss i rói madma & techid dochuaid Cuchulaind uad. Ocus luid reme co dorus pupla Ailella & Medba & dobreth a ardguth ar aird: In Cuchulaind airdairc se atberthai-si dochuaid irrói (m)adma & techid riam reime ambuaruch. (Ro) fetammar, ar Medb, ra pad fír acht conaristaís dagláich & dagóic ni gébad fri feta in serriti óc amulchach sain, ár in am dos-farraid daglaech, ni riss ra gabastar, acht is riam remi ro madmastar.
And Fergus heard that, and Fergus was 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 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."	Ocus ra chuala Fergus aní sin, & ba níth mór la Fergus oén do máidim thechid fri Coinculaind. Ocus radis Fergus fri Fiachu mac Firaba, ár co n-digsed do acallaim Conculaind. Ocus raid-siu friss, fial do bith forsna sluagaib cian gar dorigéni gnimrada gaile forro, ocus ba féile dó a immfolach oldás teched ria n-oenlaech díb.
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 with them; but it would be fitter for thee to hide thyself than to fly before any one of their warriors!"	Dothaet iarum Fiachu do acallaim Conculaind. Ferais Cuchalaind fáilte fris. Tarissi lim-sa ind falti sin, act dot acallaim tanac ót aiti, ó Fergus. Ocus atbert: Fíal duit bith forsna sluagaib cian gar doringnis gnímrada gaile, ocus ba féliu duit th'immfoluch oldás teiched ria n-oenlaech díb.
"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, and I will not fly before him!"	Cid ón, cia nod máid acaib-si sin, bar Cuchulaind. Nathcrantail ém, bar Fiachu. Cid ón, na fetar-su & Fergus & mathi Ulad, na gonaim-se aradu no echlacha no aes gan armu. Ocus ní airm bái laisium acht bir craind. Ocus ni gonfaind-se Nathcrantail co m-beth arm leiss. Ocus ráid-siu friss, ar com-thé co moch imbárach sund, ocus ni thechiub-sa riam reme.
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 and came to his place of meeting and his wrath bided with him on that day. And he threw his cloak around him, so that it passed over the pillar-stone near by, 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 rage in him.	Ocus ba fata ra Nathcrantail, cor bo lá cona sollsi dó do fuapairt Conculaind. Tanic co moch arnabarach do fopairt Conculaind. Atraig Cuchulaind co moch, & dofancatar a ferga laiss in lá sain. Ocus focheird fáthi ferge dia brutt taris, co tarla dar in corthi clochi & con tópacht in corthe clochi a talmain etorru sa bratt. Ocus ní fitir sin itir ar méit na ferggi defánic ocus ra siabrad immi.
Then, too, came Nathcrantail, and he spake, "Where is this Cuchulain?" shouted Nathcrantail. "Why, over yonder near the pillar-stone before thee," 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!"	And-sain tra dothaet Nathcrantail ocus atbert: Cia airm itá in Cuchulaind se, for Nathcrantail. Aracut tall aile, ar Cormac Condlongas mac Conchobair. Ni hé sút cruth ar-dom-farfaid se indé, ar Nathcrantail. Dingaib-siu trá in laéch út, bar Cormac, & is samalta duit & feib no dingebtha Coinculaind.
Soon came Nathcrantail to seek Cuchulain and he made a wide sweep with his sword at Cuchulain. The sword encountered the pillar of stone that was between Cuchulain and his cloak, and the sword broke atwain on the pillar-stone. Then Cuchulain 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. Thus fell Nathcrantail slain by Cuchulain. Whereupon Cuchulain spoke the verse:	Tanic iarum Nathcrantail & focheird rót n-urchair dia chlaidiub úad for Coinculaind. Cona tarla immun corthi bói etir Coinculaind & a bratt, con róebriss in claideb immon chorthi. Cinhgid Cuchulaind do lár thalman, co m-bái for uachtar cobraidi scéith Nathcrantail, & dobretha táthbéim dó sech barr-uachtar in sceith, co tópacht a chend dia médi. Túargab a lam co immathlam darís & do thuc bulli n-aill immulluch in medi co n-dergeni da gabait rainti co talmain. Torchair Nathcrantail fon samlaid sin la Coinculaind. Atbert Cuchulaind assa aithle:
"Now that Nathcrantail has fallen, There will be increase of strife!' Would that Medb had battle now And the third part of the host!"	Ma dorochair Nathcrantail (bid formach dond imargail) apraind can chath (isin úair) do Meidb co triun in t-slúaig.