‘It is fitting for him,’ said Conchobar.
‘It is fitting for him,’ said the Ulstermen.
‘True is what Sualtaim says,’ said Conchobar; ’from the Monday night of Samain to the Monday night of Candlemas he has been in this foray.’
Sualtaim gave a leap out thereupon. He did not think sufficient the answer that he had. He falls on his shield, so that the engraved edge of the shield cut his head off. His head is brought back into Emain into the house on the shield, and the head says the same word (though some say that he was asleep on the stone, and that he fell thence on to his shield in awaking).
‘Too great was this shout,’ said Conchobar. ’The sea before them, the heaven over their tops, the earth under their feet. I will bring every cow into its milking-yard, and every woman and every boy from their house, after the victory in battle.’
Then Conchobar struck his hand on his son, Findchad Fer m-Bend. Hence he is so called because there were horns of silver on him.
THE MUSTER OF THE ULSTERMEN
‘Arise, O Findchad, I will send thee to Deda,’ etc. [Note: Rhetoric, followed by a long list of names.]
It was not, difficult for Findchad to take his message, for they were, the whole province of Conchobar, every chief of them, awaiting Conchobar; every one was then east and north and west of Emain. When they were there, they all came till they were at Emain Macha. When they were there, they Beard the uprising of Conchobar in Emain. They went past Emain southwards after the host. Their first march then was from Emain to Irard Cuillend.
‘What are you waiting for here?’ said Conchobar.
‘Waiting for your sons,’ said the host. ’They have gone with thirty with them to Temair to seek Eirc, son of Coirpre Niafer and Fedelm Noicride. Till their two cantreds should come to us, we will not go from this place.’
‘I will not remain indeed,’ said Conchobar, ’till the men of Ireland know that I have awaked from the sickness in which I was.’
Conchobar and Celtchar went with three fifties of chariots, and they brought eight twenties of heads from Ath Airthir Midi; hence is Ath Fene. They were there watching the host. And eight twenties of women, that was their share of the spoil. Their heads were brought there, and Conchobar and Celtchar sent them to the camp. It is there that Celtchar said to Conchobar: [Note: Rhetoric.]
(Or it was Cuscraid, the Stammerer of Macha, son of Conchobar, sang this song the night before the battle, after the song which Loegaire Buadach had sung, to wit, ‘Arise, kings of Macha,’ etc., and it would be in the camp it was sung.)
It was in this night that the vision happened to Dubthach Doeltenga of Ulster, when the hosts were on Garach and Irgarach. It is there that he said in his sleep: