Note a — Footnotes.
Joseph Dunn translation
With that, Cuchulain turned on them, and he fell to smiting and hewing them, so that he sent them *LL. fo. 81a. from him in small disjointed pieces and divided quarters eastwards and westwards along the ford. A single man got away from him, trusting to his speed while Cuchulain was busied W. 2981. beheading the rest; it was Glass macDelga. And Cuchulain raced after him like a blast of wind, and Glass ran on round the tent of Ailill and Medb, and all he could pant out was, "Fiach! Fiach!"a when Cuchulain fetched him a stroke that cut off his head.