“There came yet another band to the mound in Slane of Meath,” continued macRoth; “to wit, a band of a numerous body of henchmen.  A black, hasty, swarthy, ..., man in the front rank of that band; seven chains around his neck; seven men at the end of each chain; these seven groups of men he drags along, so that their faces strike against the ground, and they revile him until he desists.  Another terrible man is there, and the ponderous stone which powerful men could not raise, he sets on his palm and flings on high to the height a lark flies on a day of fine weather; a club of iron at his belt.”  “I know those men,” quoth Fergus:  “Triscoth the strong man of Conchobar’s house; it is he that flings the stone on high.  Ercenn son of the three stewards, he it is in the chains.”

“There came [1]another[1] large, stately company to the mound in Slane of Meath,” macRoth went on.  “Three, very curly-headed, white-faced youths in the van of that troop; three curly-red kirtles with brooches of silvered bronze was the apparel they wore about them; three [W.5535.] sparkling tunics of silk with golden seams tucked up about them; three studded shields with images of beasts for emblems in silvered bronze upon them and with bosses of red gold; three very keen swords with guards adorned with gold thread along their shoulders; broad-bladed javelin-heads on ashen shafts in their hands.”  “Who might that be there, O Fergus?” asked Ailill.  “That I know,” answered Fergus:  “the three venoms of serpents; three cutting ones; three edges; three watchful ones; three points of combat; three pillars of the borders; three powerful companies of Ulster; three wardens of Erin; three triumph-singers of a mighty host are there,” said Fergus, “the three sons of Conchobar, namely Glas and Mane and Conaing.”

    [1-1] H. 1. 13.

“Yet another company there came to the mound in Slane of Meath,” said macRoth.  “Stately, in beautiful colours, gleaming-bright they came to the mound.  Not fewer than an army-division, as a glance might judge them.  A bold, fair-cheeked youth in the van of that troop; light-yellow hair has he; though a bag of red-shelled nuts were spilled on his crown, not a nut of them would fall to the ground because of the twisted, curly locks of his head.  Bluish-grey as harebell is one of his eyes; as black as beetle’s back is the other; the one brow black, the other white; a forked, light-yellow beard has he; a magnificent red-brown mantle about him; a round brooch adorned with gems of precious stones fastening it in his mantle over his right shoulder; a striped tunic of silk with a golden hem next to his skin; an ever-bright shield he bore; a hard-smiting, threatening spear he held over him; a very keen sword with hilt-piece of red gold on his thigh.”  “Who might that be, O Fergus?” asked Ailill.  “I know, then,” replied Fergus:  “it is battle against foes; it is the inciting of strife; it is the rage of a monster; it is the madness of a lion; it is the cunning of a snake; it is the rock of the [W.5558.] Badb; it is the sea over dikes; it is the shaking of rocks; it is the stirring of a wild host, namely Conall Cernach (’the Victorious’), the high-glorious son of Amargin, that is come hither."[12]