Cuchulainn put him under it again, until Fraech was killed.  He comes to land; his retinue carry his body to the camp.  Ath Fraich, that was the name of that ford for ever.  All the host lamented Fraech.  They saw a troop of women in green tunics [Note:  Fraech was descended from the people of the Sid, his mother Bebind being a fairy woman.  Her sister was Boinn (the river Boyne).] on the body of Fraech Mac Idaid; they drew him from them into the mound.  Sid Fraich was the name of that mound afterwards.

Fergus springs over the oak in his chariot.  They go till they reach Ath Taiten; Cuchulainn destroys six of them there:  that is, the six Dungals of Irress.

Then they go on to Fornocht.  Medb had a whelp named Baiscne.  Cuchulainn throws a cast at him, and took his head off.  Druim was the name of that place henceforth.

‘Great is the mockery to you,’ said Medb, ’not to hunt the deer of misfortune yonder that is killing you.’

Then they start hunting him, till they broke the shafts of their chariots thereat.

The Death of Orlam

They go forth then over Iraird Culend in the morning.  Cuchulainn went forward; he overtook the charioteer of Orlam, son of Ailill and Medb, in Tamlacht Orlaim, a little to the north of Disert Lochait, cutting wood there. (According to another version, it is The shaft of Cuchulainn’s chariot that had broken, and it is to cut a shaft that he had gone when he met Orlam’s charioteer.  It is the charioteer who cut the shafts according to this version.)

’It is over-bold what the Ulstermen are doing, if it is they who are yonder,’ said Cuchulainn, ‘while the host is behind them.’  He goes to the charioteer to reprove him; he thought that he was of Ulster, and he saw the man cutting wood, that is the chariot shaft.

‘What are you doing here?’ said Cuchulainn.

‘Cutting chariot-shafts,’ said the charioteer.  ’We have broken our chariots hunting the wild deer Cuchulainn yonder.  Help me,’ said the charioteer.  ’Look only whether you are to select the shafts, or to strip them.’

‘It will be to strip them indeed,’ said Cuchulainn.

Then Cuchulainn stripped the shafts through his fingers in the presence of the other, so that he cleared them both of bark and knots.

‘This cannot be your proper work that I put on you,’ said the charioteer; he was greatly afraid.

‘Whence are you?’ said Cuchulainn.

‘The charioteer of Orlam, son of Ailill and Medb,’ said he.  ’And you?’ said the charioteer.

‘My name is Cuchulainn,’ said he.

‘Alas!’ said the charioteer.

‘Fear nothing,’ said Cuchulainn.  ‘Where is your master?’ said he.

‘He is in the trench yonder,’ said the charioteer.

‘Go forth then with me,’ said Cuchulainn, ’for I do not kill charioteers at all.’

Cuchulainn goes to Orlam, kills him, cuts his head off, and shakes his head before the host.  Then he puts the head on the charioteer’s back, and said to him: