'"Alas! God save you, friend Fergus," said he, "where is Conchobar?"
'"I do not know," said I.
'Then he went forth. The night was dark. He made for the
battlefield. He saw a man before him, with half his head on, and
half of another man on his back.
'"Help me, O Cuchulainn," said he; "I have been wounded and I have
brought half of my brother on my back. Carry it for me a while."
'"I will not carry it," said he.
'Then he throws the burden to him; he throws it from him; they
wrestle; Cuchulainn was overthrown. I heard something, the
Badb from the corpses: "Ill the stuff of a hero that is under the
feet of a phantom." Then Cuchulainn rose against him, and strikes
his head off with his playing-club, and begins to drive his ball
before him across the plain.
'"Is my friend Conchobar in this battlefield?"
'He answered him. He goes to him, till he sees him in the trench,
and there was the earth round him on every side to hide him.
'"Why have you come into the battlefield," said Conchobar, "that
you may swoon there?"
'He lifts him out of the trench then; six of the strong men of
Ulster with us would not have brought him out more bravely.
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