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Updated: May 15, 2025
There was a noise of iron doors rushing open somewhere, and a four-footed thunderous trampling on the hollow-sounding earth. A steed came to the Liath Macha. Cuculain felt for his head in the dark, and bitted and bridled him ere he was aware. The horse reared and struggled. The Liath Macha dragged him down the Valley. "Struggle not, Black Shanglan," said Cuculain, "I have tamed thy better."
Culain gave him two bridles. "Will they hold the strongest horses?" said the boy. "Anything less than the Liath Macha they will hold," said the smith. The boy snapped the bridles and flung them aside. "I want bridles that will hold the Liath Macha and Black Shanglan," said he. "Fire all the furnaces," cried Culain. "Handle your tools; show your might. Work now, men, for your lives.
"They are after us, dear master, namely the great son of Amargin and my haughty brother Ide, who hath ever borne himself to me as though I were a wayward child. They would spoil upon us this our brave foray. But they will overtake the wind sooner than they will overtake the Liath Macha and Black Shanglan, whose going truly is like the going of eagles.
"Where are the horses, my Uncle Concobar?" said the boy. "That I cannot rightly tell," said Concobar, "but verily they are somewhere." "What are those horses?" said the boy. "How are they called? What their attributes, and why do I fill their racks and mangers?" "They are the Liath Macha and Black Shanglan," said Concobar.
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