Then Ailill said to his charioteer:  ’Let there come to me the sword which destroys skin.  I swear by the god by whom my people swear, if you have its bloom worse to-day than on the day on which I gave it to you in the hillside in the boundary of Ulster, though the men of Ireland were protecting you from me, they should not protect you.’

Then his sword was brought to Fergus, and Ailill said:  ’Take thy sword,’ etc. [Note:  Rhetoric, twelve lines.]

‘A pity for thee to fall on the field of battle, thick [with slain ?],’ said Fergus to Ailill.

The Badb and Net’s wife and the Nemain called on them that night on Garach and Irgarach; so that a hundred warriors of them died for terror.  That was not the quietest of nights for them.

Then Fergus takes his arms and turns into the battle, and clears a gap of a hundred in the battle with his sword in his two hands.  Then Medb took the arms of Fergus (?) and rushed into the battle, and she was victorious thrice, so that she was driven back by force of arms.

‘I do not know,’ said Conchobar to his retinue who were round him, ’before whom has the battle been broken against us from the north.  Do you maintain the fight here, that I may go against him.’

‘We will hold the place in which we are,’ said the warriors, ’unless the earth bursts beneath us, or the heaven upon us from above, so that we shall break therefrom.’

Then Conchobar came against Fergus.  He lifts his shield against him, i.e.  Conchobar’s shield Ochan, with three horns of gold on it, and four ----- of gold over it.  Fergus strikes three blows on it, so that even the rim of his shield over his head did not touch him.

‘Who of the Ulstermen holds the shield?’ said Fergus.

‘A man who is better than you,’ said Conchobar; ’and he has brought you into exile into the dwellings of wolves and foxes, and he will repel you to-day in combat in the presence of the men of Ireland.’

Fergus aimed on him a blow of vengeance with his two hands on Conchobar, so that the point of the sword touched the ground behind him.

Cormac Condlongas put his hands upon him, and closed his two hands about his arm.

‘——­, O my friend, O Fergus,’ said Cormac. ’...  Hostile is the friendship; right is your enmity; your compact has been destroyed; evil are the blows that you strike, O friend, O Fergus,’ said Cormac.

‘Whom shall I smite?’ said Fergus.

’Smite the three hills ... in some other direction over them; turn your hand; smite about you on every side, and have no consideration for them.  Take thought for the honour of Ulster:  what has not been lost shall not be lost, if it be not lost through you to-day (?).

‘Go in some other direction, O Conchobar,’ said Cormac to his father; ’this man will not put out his rage on the Ulstermen any more here.’

Fergus turned away.  He slew a hundred warriors of Ulster in the first combat with the sword.  He met Conall Cernach.