‘Let some one come from you against me,’ said Cuchulainn at Ath Da Ferta.

‘It will not be I, it will not be I,’ said every one from his place.  ’A scapegoat is not owed from my race, and if it were owed, it would not be I whom they would give in his stead for a scapegoat.’

Then Fergus Mac Roich was asked to go against him.  He refuses to go against his foster-son Cuchulainn.  Wine was given to him, and he was greatly intoxicated, and he was asked about going to the combat.  He goes forth then since they were urgently imploring him.

Then Cuchulainn said:  ’It is with my security that you come against me, O friend Fergus,’ said he, ‘with no sword in its place.’  For Ailill had stolen it, as we said before.

‘I do not care at all,’ said Fergus; ’though there were a sword there, it would not be plied on you.  Give way to me, O Cuchulainn,’ said Fergus.

‘You will give way to me in return then,’ said Cuchulainn.

‘Even so,’ said Fergus.

Then Cuchulainn fled back before Fergus as far as Grellach Doluid, that Fergus might give way to him on the day of the battle.  Then Cuchulainn sprang in to Grellach Doluid.

‘Have you his head, O Fergus?’ said every one.

‘No,’ said Fergus, ’it is not like a tryst.  He who is there is too lively for me.  Till my turn comes round again, I will not go.’

Then they go past him, and take camp at Crich Ross.  Then Ferchu, an exile, who was in exile against Ailill, hears them.  He comes to meet Cuchulainn.  Thirteen men was his number.  Cuchulainn kills Ferchu’s warriors.  Their thirteen stones are there.

Medb sent Mand of Muresc, son of Daire, of the Domnandach, to fight Cuchulainn.  Own brothers were lie and Fer Diad, and two sons of one father.  This Mand was a man fierce and excessive in eating and sleeping, a man ill-tongued, foul-mouthed, like Dubthach Doeltenga of Ulster.  He was a man strong, active, with strength of limb like Munremar Mac Gerrcind; a fiery warrior like Triscod Trenfer of Conchobar’s house.

’I will go, and I unarmed, and I will grind him between my hands, for I deem it no honour or dignity to ply weapons on a beardless wild boy such as he.’

He went then to seek Cuchulainn.  He and his charioteer were there on the plain watching the host.

‘One man coming towards us,’ said Loeg to Cuchulainn.

‘What kind of man?’ said Cuchulainn.

‘A man black, dark, strong, bull-like, and he unarmed.’

‘Let him come past you,’ said Cuchulainn.

He came to them therewith.

To fight against you have I come,’ said Mand.

Then they begin to wrestle for a long time, and Mand overthrows Cuchulainn thrice, so that the charioteer urged him.

‘If you had a strife for the hero’s portion in Emain,’ said he, ‘you would be mighty over the warriors of Emain!’

His hero’s rage comes, and his warrior’s fury rises, so that he overthrew Mand against the pillar, so that he falls in pieces.  Hence is Mag Mand Achta, that is, Mand Echta, that is, Mand’s death there.