‘If he slay him,’ said Medb, ’it is victory; and though it be he who is slain, it is removing a load from the host:  for it is not easy to be with him in regard to eating and sleeping.’

Then he goes forth.  He did not think it good to go against a beardless wild boy.

‘Not so(?) indeed,’ said he, ’right is the honour (?) that you give us!  If I had known that it was against this man that I was sent, I would not have bestirred myself to seek him; it were enough in my opinion for a boy of his own age from my troop to go against him.’

‘Not so,’ said Cormac Condlongas; ’it were a marvel for us if you yourself were to drive him off.’

‘Howbeit,’ said he, ’since it is on myself that it is laid you Shall go forth to-morrow morning; it will not delay me to kill the young deer yonder.’

He goes then early in the morning to meet him; and he tells the host to get ready to take the road before them, for it was a clear road that he would make by going against Cuchulainn.

This is the Number of the Feats

He went on that errand then.  Cuchulainn was practising feats at that time, i.e. the apple-feat, the edge-feat, the supine-feat, the javelin-feat, the ropefeat, the ——­ feat, the cat-feat, the hero’s salmon[-leap?], the cast ——­, the leap over ——­, the noble champion’s turn, the gae bolga, the ——­ of swiftness, the wheel-feat, the ——­, the feat on breath, the mouth-rage (?), the champion’s shout, the stroke with proper adjustment, the back-stroke, the climbing a javelin with stretching of the body on its point, with the binding (?) of a noble warrior.

Cur was plying his weapons against him in a fence(?) of his shield till a third of the day; and not a stroke of the blow reached Cuchulainn for the madness of the feats, and he did not know that a man was trying to strike him, till Fiacha Mac Fir-Febe said to him:  ‘Beware of the man who is attacking you.’

Cuchulainn looked at him; he threw the feat-apple that remained in his hand, so that it went between the rim and the body of the shield, and went back through the head of the churl.  It would be in Imslige Glendanach that Cur fell according to another version.

Fergus returned to the army.  ‘If your security hold you,’ said he, ‘wait here till to-morrow.’

‘It would not be there,’ said Ailill; ’we shall go back to our camp.’

Then Lath Mac Dabro is asked to go against Cuchulainn, as Cur had been asked.  He himself fell then also.  Fergus returns again to put his security on them.  They remained there until there were slain there Cur Mac Dalath, and Lath Mac Dabro, and Foirc, son of the three Swifts, and Srubgaile Mac Eobith.  They were all slain there in single combat.

The Death of Ferbaeth

‘Go to the camp for us, O friend Loeg’ [said Cuchulainn], ’and consult Lugaid Mac Nois, descendant of Lomarc, to know who is coming against me tomorrow.  Let it be asked diligently, and give him my greeting.’