‘What would you say to him?’ said Cuchulainn.

Mac Roth tells him then all the message, as we have told it.

’Though Cuchulainn were near, he would not do this; he will not barter the brother of his mother for another king.’

He came to him again, and it was said to Cuchulainn that there should be given over to him the noblest of the women and the cows that were without milk, on condition that he should not ply his sling on them at night, even if he should kill them by day.

‘I will not do it,’ said Cuchulainn; ’if our slavewomen are taken from us, our noble women will be at the querns; and we shall be without milk if our milch-cows are taken from us.’

He came to him again, and he was told that he should have the slave-women and the milch-cows.

‘I will not do it,’ said Cuchulainn; ’the Ulstermen will take their slave-women to their beds, and there will be born to them a servile offspring, and they will use their milch-cows for meat in the winter.’

‘Is there anything else then?’ said the messenger.

‘There is,’ said Cuchulainn; ’and I will not tell it you.  It shall be agreed to, if any one tell it you.’

‘I know it,’ said Fergus; ’I know what the man tried to suggest; and it is no advantage to you.  And this is the agreement,’ said Fergus:  ’that the ford on which takes place (?) his battle and combat with one man, the cattle shall not be taken thence a day and a night; if perchance there come to him the help of the Ulstermen.  And it is a marvel to me,’ said Fergus, ’that it is so long till they come out of their sufferings.’

‘It is indeed easier for us,’ said Ailill, ’a man every day than a hundred every night.’

The Death of Etarcomol

Then Fergus went on this errand; Etarcomol, son of Edan [Note:  Name uncertain.  YBL has Eda, LL Feda.] and Lethrinne, foster-son of Ailill and Medb, followed.

‘I do not want you to go,’ said Fergus, ’and it is not for hatred of you; but I do not like combat between you and Cuchulainn.  Your pride and insolence, and the fierceness and hatred, pride and madness of the other, Cuchulainn:  there will be no good from your meeting.’

‘Are you not able to protect me from him?’ said Etarcomol.

‘I can,’ said Fergus, ’provided only that you do not treat his, sayings with disrespect.’

They go thence in two chariots to Delga.  Cuchulainn was then playing chess [Note:  Buanfach, like fidchell, is apparently a game something like chess or draughts.] with Loeg; the back of his head was towards them, and Loeg’s face.

‘I see two chariots coming towards us,’ said Loeg; ’a great dark man in the first chariot, with dark and bushy hair; a purple cloak round him, and a golden pin therein; a hooded tunic with gold embroidery on him; and a round shield with an engraved edge of white metal, and a broad spear-head, with rings from point to haft(?), in his hand.  A sword as long as the rudder of a boat on his two thighs.’