VIIIc. 1THE KILLING OF THE SQUIRREL AND OF THE TAME BIRD1
Joseph Dunn translation
VIIIc. 1THE KILLING OF THE SQUIRREL AND OF THE TAME BIRD1
"If Cuchulain, Cualnge's Hound, And Red Branch chiefs on you come, Men will welter in their blood, Laying waste Murthemne's plain!
'Less he find a way to 'scape;
And your wives will be enslaved,
And your chiefs fill pools of blood!4
Till he reached Armenia's heights;
Battle dared he, past his wont,
"Hardest for him was to drive Necht's sons from their chieftest haunts; And the smith's hound—mighty deed— Hath he slain with single hand!
W. 1483.
"More than this I've naught to say, As concerns Dechtirè's son; My belief, in troth, is this: Ye will now meet with your fate."