Of this our fight, by hewing, than we were
On yesterday by thrusting of the spears.” 
“So let us do, indeed,” Cuchullin said. 
Then on their arms two long great shields they took,
And in their hands their sharp, hard-smiting swords. 
Each hewed the other with such furious strokes
That pieces larger than an infant’s head
Of four weeks’ old were cut from out the thighs
And great broad shoulder-blades of each brave chief. 
And thus they persevered from early morn
Till evening’s close in hewing with the swords. 
“Let us desist,” at length Ferdiah said. 
“Let us indeed desist, if the fit time
Hath come,” Cuchullin said; and so they ceased. 
From them they cast their arms into the hands
Of their two charioteers; and though that morn
Their meeting was of two high-spirited men,
Their separation, now that night had come,
Was of two men dispirited and sad. 
Their horses were not in one field that night,
Their charioteers were warmed not at one fire. 
That night they rested there, and in the morn
Ferdiah early rose and sought alone
The Ford of battle, for he knew that day
Would end the fight, and that the hour drew nigh
When one or both of them should surely fall.

Then was it for the first time he put on
His battle suit of battle and of fight,
Before Cuchullin came unto the Ford. 
That battle suit of battle and of fight
Was this:  His apron of white silk, with fringe
Of spangled gold around it, he put on
Next his white skin.  A leather apron then,
Well sewn, upon his body’s lower part
He placed, and over it a mighty stone
As large as any mill-stone was secured. 
His firm, deep, iron apron then he braced
Over the mighty stone—­an apron made
Of iron purified from every dross—­
Such dread had he that day of the Gaebulg. 
His crested helm of battle on his head
He last put on—­a helmet all ablaze
From forty gems in each compartment set,
Cruan, and crystal, carbuncles of fire,
And brilliant rubies of the Eastern world. 
In his right hand a mighty spear he seized,
Destructive, sharply-pointed, straight and strong:—­
On his left side his sword of battle swung,
Curved, with its hilt and pommel of red gold. 
Upon the slope of his broad back he placed
His dazzling shield, around whose margin rose
Fifty huge bosses, each of such a size
That on it might a full-grown hog recline,
Exclusive of the larger central boss
That raised its prominent round of pure red gold.

Full many noble, varied, wondrous feats
Ferdiah on that day displayed, which he
Had never learned at any tutor’s hand,
From Uatha, or from Aife, or from her,
Scatha, his early nurse in lonely Skye:—­
But which were all invented by himself
That day, to bring about Cuchullin’s fall.