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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Take candles and go before me to the boys' dormitory." They went to the boys' dormitory and to the couch of Cuculain. Cuculain and Laeg were asleep together there. Their faces towards each other and their hair mingled together. Cuculain's face was very tranquil, and his breathing inaudible, like an infant's.
The birds returned to life and Cuculain cut the binding cords, so that the birds flew over and on either side of the chariot, and singing besides. In that manner, speeding northward, Cuculain and Laeg drew nigh to Emain Macha.
Great fear fell upon the host when they heard that unusual noise and the reverberation of it in the woods and hills. "Let those horses be harnessed to the Chariot of Macha," cried Concobar, "and let Laeg, son of the King of Gabra, drive them hither, for those are the horses and that the chariot which shall be given this day to Cuculain."
"This youth will," said Laeg, "after having slain the sons of Nectan, and after having sacked their dun and burned it with fire." Foil hearing that word became very angry, and he gripped his great staff and advanced to make a sudden end of Laeg first, and then of the sleeper, Laeg, on his side, drew Cuculain's sword.
"Great labours are thrust upon me." He went into the supper hall as at other times and took his customary place there, and ate and drank. "Thy eyes are very bright," said Laeg. "They will be brighter ere the day," he replied. "That is an expert juggler," said Laeg. "How he tosseth the bright balls!" "Can he toss the stars so?" said Setanta. "Thou art strange and wild to-night," said Laeg.
And Laeg said, "That is the hill of Talteen, so named because the mother of far-shooting Lu, the Deliverer, is worshipped there, and every year, when the leaves change their colour, games and contests of skill are celebrated there in her honour. So it was enjoined on the men of Erin by her famous son. Chariot races are run there on that smooth plain.
"I will be stranger and wilder ere the morrow," cried Setanta. He stood up to go. Laeg caught him by the skirt of his mantle. The piece came away in his hand. "Whither art thou going, Setanta?" cried the King from the other end of the vast hall. "To seek my horses," cried the lad.
Then Laeg clasped his comrade's knees, and said, "Take the road, dear master, against the royalest dun in all Meath, but pass by that dun. The men are not alive to-day who at any time approached it with warlike intent. Those who dwell there are sorcerers and enchanters, lords of all the arts of poison and of war."
Thence sprang the beautiful stream of the Nemnich, rich in lilies and reeds and bulrushes, which to-day men call the Nanny Water. Laeg was grey- eyed and freckled. Then there were led forward by two strong knights a pair of great and spirited horses and a splendid war-car. The King said, "They are thine, dear nephew.
"That champion is Foil, son of Nectan," said Laeg, "and there is not one in the world with whom it is more difficult to contend both in other respects and chiefly in this, that there is but one weapon wherewith he may be slain. To all others he is invulnerable. That weapon is an iron ball having magic properties, and no man knows where to look for it, or where the man hath hidden it away.
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