All that's chanced from thee hath sprung,
Darry's grandchild, Daman's son;
Woman's hest hath brought thee here
Swords to test with comrade dear.
Ferdia
Comrade! had I fled, nor found
Fight with thee, fair graceful Hound,
Maev my word could broken call;
Croghan hold my fame but small.
Cuchulain
None put meat his lips between,
None to king or stainless queen
Yet was born, whose praise I'd gain,
None whose scorn would win thy pain.
Ferdia
Thou who deep in wars dost wade,
'Twas not thou, 'twas Maev betrayed:
Back with conquest shalt thou ride,
Fault hast none thy fame to hide.
Cuchulain
Clots of blood my faithful heart
Choke; my soul is like to part:
'Tis with little force my arm
Strikes, to do Ferdia harm!
"Greatly although thou makest complaint against me to-day," said
Ferdia, "tell me to what arms shall we resort?" Thine is the choice of
weapons until the night," said Cuchulain, "because it was I who had the
choice in the day that is past." "Then," said Ferdia, "let us this day
take to our heavy hard-smiting swords; for sooner shall we attain to
the end of our strife by the edge of the sword this day than we did by
the thrusts of our spears in the day that is gone." "Let us do so
indeed," said Cuchulain. That day they took upon them two long and
exceedingly great shields, and they resorted to their heavy and
hard-striking swords. And each of them began to hew, and to cut, and
to slaughter, and to destroy till larger than the head of a month-old
child were the masses and the gobbets of flesh which each of them cut
from the shoulders and the thighs and the shoulder-blades of his foe.
After this fashion did each of them hew at each other from the dawn of
the day until the ninth hour of the even, and then Ferdia said, "Let us
desist from this now, O Cuchulain!" "Let us cease indeed," said
Cuchulain, "if the time has come."
They ceased from their strife, and they threw from them their arms into
the hands of their charioteers. Pleasant and cheerful and joyous was
the meeting of the two: mournfully, and sorrowfully, and unhappily did
they part from each other that night. Their horses were not in the
same paddock, their charioteers were not at the same fire, and there
they stayed for that night.
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