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.
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