With the full light of day Cuchulain himself rose up, and said to his driver, "Laeg, yoke the chariot, for the man who comes to meet us to-day is an early riser." "The horses are harnessed," answered Laeg. With that Cuchulain leaped into the chariot, and about him shouted the people of the gods of Dana, and the witches and the fairies. Then Ferdiad's driver heard them coming, the straining of the harness, the creaking of the chariot, the ringing of the armor and the shields, and the thunder of the horses' hoofs. "Good Ferdiad," said the driver, laying his hand upon his master, "rise up. Cuchulain comes, and he is coming not slowly, but quick as the wind or as water from a high cliff or like swift thunder." And they saw Cuchulain coming, swooping down on them like a hawk from a cliff on a day of hard wind. Cuchulain drew up on the north side of the ford. "I am happy at your coming," said Ferdiad. "Till this day would I have been glad to hear that welcome," answered Cuchulain; "but now it is no longer the welcome of a friend." Then each spoke unfriendly words and each began to boast. "Before the setting of the sun to-night," said Ferdiad, "you will be fighting as with a mountain, and it is not white that battle will be." "You are fallen into a gap of danger," answered Cuchulain, "and the end of your life has come." "Leave off your boasting," shouted Ferdiad, "you heart of a bird in a cage, you giggling fellow." But to this Cuchulain replied, "You were my heart companion, you were my people, you were my family--I never found one who was dearer." "What is the use of this talk?" asked Ferdiad. "Good Ferdiad," answered Cuchulain, "it is not right for you to come out against me through the meddling of Maeve. Do not break your oath not to fight with me. Do not break friendship. We were heart companions, comrades, and sharing one bed." And Ferdiad answered: "Do not be remembering our companionship, for it will not protect you this day. It is I will give you your first wounds." Then began they with their casting weapons--their round-handled spears and their little quill spears and their ivory-hilted knives and their ivory-hafted spears, and these weapons were flying to and fro like bees on the wing on a summer's day. Yet good as the throwing was, the defense was better, and neither hurt the other. There was no cast that did not hit the protecting shields, and by noon their weapons were all blunted against the faces and bosses of the shields. So they left these weapons and took to their straight spears. And from the middle of midday till the fall of evening each threw spears at the other. But good as the defense was, in that time each wounded the other. "Let us leave this, now," said Ferdiad.