Burned low on the steep;
The watchers were weary
        Or sunken in sleep;
And dread were the legions
        Of demons who rose
From the uttermost regions
        Of ice and of snows;
And on the red wind borne,
        Unspeakable things
From wizard’s dark mind borne
        On shadowy wings. 
The darkness was lighted
        With whirlwinds of flame;
The demons affrighted
        Fled back whence they came. 
For thou wert unto them
        The vision that slays: 
Thy fires quivered through them
        In arrowy rays. 
Oh, light amethystine,
        Thy shadow inspire,
And fill with the pristine
        Vigor of fire. 
Though thought like a fountain
        Pours dream upon dream,
Unscaled is the mountain
        Where thou still dost gleam,
And shinest afar like
        The dawning of day,
Immortal and starlike
        In rainbow array.”

But he, the shining one, answered, and his voice had that melody which only those know whom the Sun-breath has wafted into worlds divine: 

“Vaunt not, poor mortal one, nor claim knowledge when the Gods know not.  He who is greatest among all the sons of evil now waits for the hour to strike when he may assail us and have with him all the hosts of the foes of light.  What may be the issue of the combat cannot be foreseen by us.  Yet mortals, unwise, ever claim to know when even the Gods confess ignorance; for pride blinds all mortals, and arrogance is born of their feebleness.”

Unabashed she cried out: 

“Then rejoice, for we have awakened Cu, the warrior-magician of old times, and his messenger is her.”

Then he answered gently, pityingly: 

“We need the help of each strong soul, and you have done well to arouse that slumbering giant.  If through his added strength we conquer, then will he be the saviour of Eri; beloved by the Gods, he will cease to be a wild warrior on earth, and become a leader of mortals, aiding them on the way to the immortals.  Wisely have you awakened him, and yet—­”

He smiled, and such was the pity in his smiling glance that Liban bowed her head in humiliation.  When she raised it he was gone, and Laeg also had vanished.  She arose, and with a half-sob threw herself into the arms of her sister.  So they stood, silent, with tearless eyes; for they were too divine for tears, although, alas! too human.

Slowly the chariot rolled on its homeward way, for Laeg, seeing the weakness and weariness of Cuchullain, held the great steeds in check; their arched necks and snorting breath resenting the restraint, while the impatient stamping of their hoofs struck fire from the pebbly road.

“Well,” said Cuchullain moodily, “tell me what happened after you went away with that woman of the Sidhe.”

Briefly and without comment of his own Laeg stated what he had seen.  Then long Cuchullain pondered; neither spoke, and the silence was broken only by the stamping of the steeds and the rumble of the chariot wheels.  Dark clouds drifted athwart the moon, and the darkness gave more freedom of speech, for Cuchullain said in measured, expressionless tones: